High Winds and Rains
Trip Start
Jul 16, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 15, 2008
Mazunte,
Mexico
Friday, August 17, 2007
On Wednesday the cabana owner persuaded us to eat his home made
fish ravioli - would have been very good if it hadn´t still been a bit
frozen inside! Anyway that day he had been telling us about the
building of his cabanas and how the first lot had been destroyed by a
hurricane. Eventually we went off to bed for the night. All seems calm. We
leave the tent windows open as difficult to close and get a nice
breeze. A few hours later we are woken to crashes as the winds speed
through our cliff top cabana. We tried to Batten down the hatches, but
15 mins later the wind had blown the front open again and the hammock
was swinging dangerously and nosily about. This time Kathryn held down
the tent flap, i tried to fix the rope around the side of the window and
then we covered the bottom of the flap with furniture - it seemed to do
the trick. The entrance was zipped and padlocked, but the other 2
windows weren´t going to close easily. Luckily the wind was more the
other side - although Nina was getting a bit wet in bed! The wind
seemed to shift more round to the side and would hit the door
rhythmically with a thud then bang as the lock swung up, and repeat....
the whole cabin was creaking and shaking. In the dark you can´t help
but imagine the worse and that the whole building is going to crumble!
As the lightning lit up the room the shadows added to the excitement.
However the morning came and you would never have known the wind the
night before except for the mess in our wind swept room and K
appearing up our steep stairs with Nina's wet Sombrero from outside,
obviously blown out her window by the wind at some point in the night!
Thursday the intention was to get the bus to San Cristobal and Nina to
head off to the airport.
2 Collectivo to Potchula
We walk down from the cabana via the spookygraveyard which is surrounded by about 20 army men with guns and 2 vans
- not sure why but thought best to keep going! We got the colectivo
truck to Potchula and put Nina on her bus, however there were no seats
on any of the buses for us, so we had to book for the next day and got
the colectivo back to Zipolite, two villages down from Muzunte. We
manage to get ourselves a bargain room on the beach front and head for
the sea. For the first time there appears to be a yellow flag (although
this beach is known to be bad and surfers only!) so we run in. The
water was about knee depth and i was knocked clean off my feet - it is
certainly still ferocious even with a yellow flag. We jumped around in
the waves for a bit until my swimsuit was so full of sand and my bum
and legs so well sand papered i could take it no longer! We wander
down the beach and find a great restaurant hidden behind some rocks, at
sunset they light torches along the edge and surrounding rocks. A beer
and tequila later we head back looking forward to a good nights sleep.
Within an hour the rain has started. Again it picks up and monsoon rain
starts. The noise is terrific - not much sleep again. We open our ground
floor room as K needs to go out to the loo and there is a river
outside, not far from our door. So now with the noise of rain and threat
of flooding another sleepless night!
