So, after Oaxaca City, it was time to head to the beach, Puerto Escondido on the Pacific. It was a long old journey from 5pm-12 midnight, in a little shuttle, just me, Age, a nice Irish guy that we would later befriend, and 9 Mexicans, all of us packed cosily into this tiny minibus. It wasn´t that far to the beach but the route took us over mountains and along dirt tracks! Amazing scenery, untill it went dark that is, and a beautiful red sun set, but then just a bumpy rickety old ride the rest of the way. On arriving we discovered that we had the pent house, well thats what I called it anyway, in this lovely big hostel over looking the bay, this was the perfect well come. Our room was lovely and spacious, we had a balcony and our own bathroom, which is always a treat! and just outside our door was a lovely lounge area with grand piano, lots of books and another balcony just behond it, which you could see the sea and the surrounding bays from, just beautiful, that and a building site to the left (but we won´t look left!) We had landed on our feet. It´s such a gamble finding a lovely or even just nice and clean room sometimes, even when the guide book recomends it, so just before I find my destination i´m always a little aprehensive as to what will be there waiting for me, but when its a lovely suprize and exceeds expectations, its a fantastic feeling. Little things on this trip make me so happy.
On exploring Peurto, it seemed to be, just as we expected, quite a touristy spot, but with some beautiful beaches and a lot of the tourists still being Mexican, we were happy for a few a days. We went off exploring to find smaller coves to just lay in the sun, watch the novice surfers practice and of course eat plenty of freshly caaught fresh fish mmm mmmm mmm. We spotted a man bbq ing large red snapper at a little eatery right on the beach, the place was filled with mexican families all filling their faces with differnt fish and sea food cocktails, so decided this was the perfect spot to settle, re charge and sample the wonderful smelling fish. The chef showed us our large snapper, smothered half of it in Diablo sauce, a vibrant red -orange, spicy like hell! tasty devil sauce, and left the other half with just a bit of garlic on, popped it on the barbie for a few minutes and wha-la! a yumi, fresh, spicy treat for us to feast on while sipping cold beer and margaritas and watching an old mexican couple who had been there all day and were drunk as skunks on Bacardi, dance and sway to an old cheesy tune floating out of thier gheto blaster he he!
At the Mayflower, which was the name of our hostel, we met a bunch of people, ranging from a 30 something american called John who constantly ate fresh dorado fish and body surfed, without a board!! (didnt know you could do that) but he was so so tall, his body could act as a human board, he was friendly. To lots of young uns! mainly from America or Canada, just traveling for a few months. We all ventured out one night together, ate really really good tacos from a locals place a bit out of town, played a lot of fuse ball, then myself, Age, the irish guy, Craig and a middle aged, hippy lady we met that night along the way went dancing in this open air bar, which had an amazing DJ, the setting was fantastic, just off the beach, under the stars, the only problem was, we were the only people there, the rest of the gang had headed home as it was quiet out and was 3.30am, but we had to stay for at least a little dance as this place was so unique! It was a funny funny night!
The hustle and bustle and good mix of people gave the hostel a good vibe but it was also great that when we wanted, we could get away from it all and retreat back to our room in the pent house and feel a milion miles away from anyone.
I´ll post lots more pics once I figure out how to on this darn computer!!
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