4/12/2010 – 8/12/2010
The journey last night was an absolute nightmare, a nightmare that didn’t require any sleep because that was impossible. Over the past 5 years of travel I don’t think ive ever been on such a horrible overnight bus ride. The driver was a nutcase who took every sharp bend through the mountains from Oaxaca to Puerto Escondido cutting into the opposite lane despite whether there was oncoming traffic or not. The seat I was sitting on wasn’t very secure with the backrest moving as we getting beaten around the van; left, right, forwards and backwards.
Half way through the journey I was fighting the effects of the sleeping pills I took earlier in the journey because I had too keep my eyes on the road because I didn’t want to throw up.
When we arrived in Puerto Escondito the three of us were nackard… Paul wanted to leave to Zipolite right away but I was told the ratio of girls to guys here were 7 to 1… naturally I wanted to find a nice hostel on the beach and chill here for a few days and managed to convince the others to come with me.
We hopped into a taxi that took us to a hostel some Canadians recommended in Oaxaca where there was nobody was there at reception to check us in as it was 5 am but luckily there were unused hammocks everywhere right on the beach.
We really didn’t have a choice other than to take over the hammocks until someone showed up at reception.
This area of Puerto Escondido is called Zicatela and the hostel had plenty of cabanas (makeshift rooms made from natural cheap materials) starting at 250 pesos where I spent and shared the room with Paul and Juliet then moved into my tent that set me back 60 pesos a night.
For the rest of the day and for the next four days I just chilled on the beach and meeting and chatting to randoms at the hostel and did not venture further than the shop to buy food and getting wet in the sea to go for a swim in the soothing warm ocean where at sunset the view was magical.
Volleyball was played most afternoons when the sand had cooled from the heat of the midday sun and was always a good laugh.
The hostel was run by very cool character from
I hired a surfboard with Zoe who ill mention later in this journal from a hire shop down the road. I thought I might just for fill everyone’s stereo type that an Aussie with dreadlocks surfs.
Surfing is nothing like boarding and despite the waves being pretty small I didn’t enjoy it too much. Also I accidentally broke the board’s fin because I rode it into the sand the one time I managed to stand up setting me back 100 pesos for the repair.
The evenings consisted of playing party games and drinking cheap alcohol before heading out in a cheap taxi into the next beach west where there bars were. It was certainly my scene with lots of tourists, especially Scandinavian ones where id run about introducing myself and getting people involved with more drinking.
I met Sarah, an Australian chick from Sydney who was also staying in the hostel who was a little loud mouthed but cool and was travelling with 2 friends, let’s just say we had a lot of fun together around the hostel one night that involved skinny dipping in the ocean where I saw some phosphorescence, down at the beach in the shower and later in my tent (which I fixed using some duct tape and bamboo)… good times.
Juliet and Paul headed out earlier than I wanted too because they had to get to Cancun and then make their way over to
Pictures that i took over the days i was staying in Puerto Escondido:
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