Mazunte
(DAY022 : Puerto Escondido - Mazunte : 60 miles)
(DAY023 : Mazunte)
Since Zihuatanejo, I get these coconut juice cravings once in a while. Good thing there are as many juice stands as topes. Well, almost. (Look ma, I'm a 5'4" giant !!!)
After heading south from Puerto Escondido, it's only a half hour ride to Puerto Angel exit. Once there, the road curves up north and takes you to Zipolite and Mazunte. All have equally nice beaches, but Mazunte appeared more social, so I ended up pitching my tent there, at the far end of the beach.
Puerto Angel
Zipolite was a bit too sleepy, or... You know what I mean.
So, we pulled into Mazunte.
Below: Mazunte
Fast forward the swim and the beers, for a spectacular view of the sunset, I took a 15-20 minute hike to Punta Cometa, following small groups of people. This certainly is a must do thing here.
Below: Punto Cometa
It tires even me to mention that I was again at a bar or club for the night, but I do it anyways so I can remember these days as the time when I was young ;) The highlight (or low point depending on perspective) of this one was triggered by Ivan's girlfriend asking me to dance and me telling her that I can't. She insisted that anyone can, so I started dancing, then she turned around and told her sister cracking up: "No puede bailar!" Now how do you say "I told you so" in Spanish?
Mazunte is a very laid back place, and that's what I did the next day myself. During the day, I also met Eric, the owner of one of the two mysterious, California registered KLRs. Turns out he and a friend set out from the US for a similar trip to Ushuaia as well, and stopped in Mazunte for a night. Had that night not been three years ago, I'd have said let's head out together in the morning!
One of the two mysterious, faded KLRs.
At night... I watched the stars a bit and went to bed early!
At sun up, pelicans were chasing the fish, fishermen the pelicans, and seagulls the fishermen. Well, ok, in essence everybody was chasing the fish, but only pelicans seemed to know where they were. It was a lot of commotion and fun until one of the boys clearing a net threw a fish at me. Slap! Right on the lens. Especially nice as the UV filter was off to avoid flare. I guess I can just clean it with my shirt from now on.
Below: Early Mazunte morning.
(DAY023 : Mazunte)
Since Zihuatanejo, I get these coconut juice cravings once in a while. Good thing there are as many juice stands as topes. Well, almost. (Look ma, I'm a 5'4" giant !!!)
After heading south from Puerto Escondido, it's only a half hour ride to Puerto Angel exit. Once there, the road curves up north and takes you to Zipolite and Mazunte. All have equally nice beaches, but Mazunte appeared more social, so I ended up pitching my tent there, at the far end of the beach.
Puerto Angel
Zipolite was a bit too sleepy, or... You know what I mean.
So, we pulled into Mazunte.
Below: Mazunte
Fast forward the swim and the beers, for a spectacular view of the sunset, I took a 15-20 minute hike to Punta Cometa, following small groups of people. This certainly is a must do thing here.
Below: Punto Cometa
It tires even me to mention that I was again at a bar or club for the night, but I do it anyways so I can remember these days as the time when I was young ;) The highlight (or low point depending on perspective) of this one was triggered by Ivan's girlfriend asking me to dance and me telling her that I can't. She insisted that anyone can, so I started dancing, then she turned around and told her sister cracking up: "No puede bailar!" Now how do you say "I told you so" in Spanish?
Mazunte is a very laid back place, and that's what I did the next day myself. During the day, I also met Eric, the owner of one of the two mysterious, California registered KLRs. Turns out he and a friend set out from the US for a similar trip to Ushuaia as well, and stopped in Mazunte for a night. Had that night not been three years ago, I'd have said let's head out together in the morning!
One of the two mysterious, faded KLRs.
At night... I watched the stars a bit and went to bed early!
At sun up, pelicans were chasing the fish, fishermen the pelicans, and seagulls the fishermen. Well, ok, in essence everybody was chasing the fish, but only pelicans seemed to know where they were. It was a lot of commotion and fun until one of the boys clearing a net threw a fish at me. Slap! Right on the lens. Especially nice as the UV filter was off to avoid flare. I guess I can just clean it with my shirt from now on.
Below: Early Mazunte morning.
posted by Serdar at
8:16 AM
1 Comments:
keep me updated. after the holidays, i need a new liver too... and probably more.blo
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