Quinta Carrizalillo Hotel Puerto Escondido

Puerto Escondido is almost two towns in one. On the one hand you have the local population earning their living either in tourism or other industries in Oaxaca (read: tequilla and mezcal production). On the other hand you have the foreign surfer community. Aussies, Danes, English, French, Spanish, American and Israeli surfers all come here to catch some of the best waves in the world. I just missed a surf competition that apprently brought some famous surfers not that I would ...

... travellers, with the odd Mexican thrown in the mix. This was the first night that I think we have encountered drug dealers on the trip, with prices so low, you would be a fool not to accept! Joking Mummy and Daddy! Anyway, probably the funniest moment of the trip happened on this night. I ran out of the pub to spew, and ended up throwing up all over my thongs and feet. Being right near the beach, I decided to walk through the bars dotted along the sand that are open at day, and closed ...

... Made some friends at the hostel and hung out drinking with them all night. The poor Mexican guys were so confused when I referred to my friends as my "girlfriends" and wondered if in fact Adam was actually male!! Ha ha! The language barrier can be pretty funny at times!! The next morning we woke up nice and early to go fishing. 15 minutes of being out at sea and adams line was going crazy!! He pulled in this HUGE ...

Well I wasn't going to do much of an update log on this trip because I figured it would be pretty uneventful and i'd be mainly just staying in the same place, but after having a crazy trip just getting this far I thought I might as well keep a small log just for the hell of it, they're always fun to read over again after a few years when you've forgotten the details. The Problems started when I got to Guernsey airport and realised that instead of booking a ...

... cup of coffee during a storm. But I slept fine. Second comment is about another expat type, this one showed up as a 50ish year old guy with long hair and a drawl, not from being drunk, but the aftermath of too often having been drunk. He imposed his opinions on a German couple at the table behind us for about 20 minutes. Some comments we were treated to - it's easier for Mexicans to cross the border than Americans, Mexicans get free health care and ...

... city traffic, the decision to circumvent the city was an easy one. Once again, it rained on us the entire time...and by the time I actually was ready to pull over and put on my rain gear, I was already soaked, so what's the use...keep charging forward...if Noah could do it, so can we! This was another long day in the saddle...7 hours total, with only one 15 minute break for gas...281 miles total, about 40 mph on average. A few hours into our rain-soaked ride, traffic ...

... there houses are made of wood and in South America they are all made of mud, but apart from that the life looks very similar here, simple and living off the land. The worst thing about the whole journey was that it was not 7 hours, but over 9 hours and we had had enough by the time we arrived! We got to a town about an hour and a quarter away from Puerto Escondido and were put onto another bus, a "chicken bus ...

... here to wash my clothes, post my guitar amd watch the CRAZY waves on Playa Zicatela. That wave has to be seen to be believed. Mexican Pipeline.....unbelievable. I said goodbye to Bruce, Ian and Dave and caught the bus inland. Back to solo travelling again....

... pool for us. We were driving mountain roads with temperatures in the high 80's, so the water felt very good. Restaurants choices were few: we had dinner in the open air at a roadside barbeque recommended by the hotel. There we met the owner's son, a 12 year-old who was raised in Atlanta and spoke perfect American English. His father must have made enough money to come home and open the restaurant, but we wondered how the son was adjusting. Breakfast the next morning ...

... coast, following a similar route that we did, but much faster. Their next stop, for more than a day, will be at Melaque, just north of Manzanillo, where they hope to connect with a friend. It seems like they're rushing and not hardly 'seeing' much of anything except for their longer stay near Cancun. The next afternoon a couple from Montreal (who speak very little English and a little more Spanish, but mostly only French ...