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Travel Blogs from Zihuatanejo
The drive to Zihuatanejo was broken by a very suspect "police" stop. Maybe they were police. They definitely had side-arms, and their Tshirts stating they were transport security definitely had silk-screened badges...so that's pretty legit. But their road block consisted of stripped tire tread and 2x4s laid out across the road. I got the full inspection by an "officer" trying to act very serious. I smiled and used my ...
... I have been so fortunate to experience in this amazing and colorful country of Mexico. This is no longer a travel blog, it somewhere, sometime turned into a blog from what has now become my second home - Zihuatanejo.
A million thanks to all of you who made my time in Mexico so very special, thanks for the fun and the laughter, the adventures, for the physical as well as the spiritual journeys.
I hope to return soon.
- Crashing waves at waterfront campsites - Los Tortugas and Chacalla; more coming;
- Chickens in Los Moochis - The bantam chickens were in the campsite in the morning
... without painting and it's making me feel all frustrated and annoyed despite living the dream, but through the photography I'm learning lots and meeting some pretty interesting, creative, and good people.
But I find my calm in the hills and the sea - which I by the way can hear now every night, from a perfect distance, as I fall aslep in "my room" with open windows in the house on the hill, in "Casa James".
"Hear" I say, yes I can hear, ...
... confident after that. Franco wasn’t there yet that morning, so instead I went with a young man by the name of Cruz.
I am so glad I did. The path took us through an overgrown jungly bit, Cruz being very chivalrous moving the thick cob-webs with its fat spiders aside as we prodded along the narrow path, at times with steep cliffs on one side having us holding on to branches on the other side… My worst-case-scenario-mind played scenes where I would ...