Surf Olas Altas Puerto Escondido

This blog is going to have some pretty sick details in it about a few days full of: sand, sun, surf, **** and spew! 11th April Really this was a day from hell. We boarded a bus from Oaxaca to Puerto Escondido, to find out that there was a local bus that did the trip in 4 hours. Our bus was meant to take 8, but it took 11, and managed to stop at every possible town in Mexico before we finally arrived. The scenery was pretty dry and mountainous, and it was good to finally get a view of ...

... ein sehr entspannter Ort zu sein, auch wenn er durch seine Beliebtheit bei Surfern und amerikanischen Ruhestaendlern in den letzten Jahren stark gewachsen ist. Wir sind zu Fuss in 5 Minuten am bekanntesten der Straende, dem Playa Zicatela. Er ist einige Kilometer lang und bietet ab Maerz riesige Wellen, die nur noch fuer sehr erfahrene Surfer geeignet sind und das Schwimmen durch starke Stroemungen sehr gefaehrlich machen. Wir erleben zwar ...

Pretty sleepless night on the 20 hour bus to Puerto Escondido, half due to the crazy driving and the other half due to the fact that our driver had the radio blaring non-stop Mexican music. Puerto surrounded by stunning beaches and while the place was ...

... as it is sheltered. Then there is Zicatela, the beach with the big surf where most of the foreigners hang out. Spent my first night in town to get orientated to the place and spent the afternoon in Z looking for a place over there that was reasonable and had access to a kitchen so I could enjoy all the fresh seafood at a fraction of the price charged in the restaurants. Ended up eating lots of tuna, prawns and even lobster, sometimes even for breakfast ...

... a long open air counter. Behind it was a teenage girl with a very pleasant smile, who was doing the homework while serving up the occasional soda, candy bar, fresh fruit or pound of fresh coffee in clear plastic bags to the occasional traveler. I had spoken with her a bit, dictionary in hand, and she smiled in return. But now it was 6:00, and I was covered in sweat from the ride, looking down at the palapas on the beach in the evening sun, thinking ...

... to tropical in look. (I´m no expert though.) Incredibly, there are pelicans everywhere, swooping around and flying inches above the water in search for food. Occasionally fish are present, although I saw only one dead one in the water. As I walked down to the beach for the first time, I encountered a crab a few inches long, just sitting there and trying comically to defend itself or play dead or something. It was amazing to see an actual big yellow crab inches ...

... when you get into it. I have some goggles with me and have been swimming back and forth at Playa Carizalillo (Crazy Leo) almost daily. It is about a 30 minute walk from my hotel to the beach so between the hour on foot and the time in the water, I am more active than I have been in months. I am a champion floater too. In between, there is not much more activity happening. Reading, writing and such. I am staying ...

... the information lady told us this and was proven right - as we got there and it was throbbing with people so much that we couldn't really get in the water and so consoled ourselves with a beer on a lounge and moved on. Moving on proved hot, dusty, long and hot. Also hot. We thought we'd go a different way that would bring us out to a more straight forward walk to the main beach - this was how we read our map. But we came to find out that the largish brown area between the ...

... or more of a mixed bag. There are many little restaurants with Corona beer signs and lots of sun-bathing chairs just north of the houses. A few pictures are included.The view of the bay is the same, and across the bay Las Hadas - -- "The Fairies" - a fantastical, white resort hotel with towers and hills, almost Moorish in style. We went there for good measure, since John had never seen it. The other amazing thing is the port, which I remember vaguely if at all ...

... by email and enjoy exchanging travel stories and information. A few days later there was another addition to the collection. A couple from Wisconsin, Gene and Ardys, arrived with a Hi-Lo camper on their pick-up truck. We had 2 Genes (actually Eugene) in our family, my father's father and one of his 6 brothers (who was actually married to the previously mentioned Jean) were both named Gene.