Random bits and pieces from a trip to Puerto Escondido, Chacahua and Oaxaca. Because I can’t be bothered writing a coherent, flowing account.
Inbound trip by the numbers:
Hours spent waiting for taxi in Boston = 0.75
Hours spent waiting to check-in at Boston airport = 2
Hours Boston flight was delayed due to fog = 2
Hours spent stuck in Houston due to missed connection = 21
Hours spent enjoying Houston = 1.5 (bought a sixpack).
Electrickery
One of the funniest moments occurred one evening when we headed out for a meal between torrential monsoon showers.
After dodging along under various awnings to reach our chosen spot, Dave ordered, then ducked off to the ATM for some cash.
At this point it was still pouring and none of us were wearing shoes. Dave soon returned, looking a little shaken.
Apparently he had stepped off the sidewalk into a puddle and felt his leg start to spasm. He then stepped in with his other foot which also gave way, before he realised he was being electrocuted.
After staggering clear of the killer puddle, he collapsed on the street and turned to see nearby shopkeepers not running to help, but falling over themselves with laughter.
We wore shoes a bit more after that.
Paleteria
Now, I just don’t think I could get by in Mexico without the Paleterias.
Forget the Cervecerias and even the Taquerias – Paletas win.
Here, the sweaty tourist can find ice-cold fruit drinks and fruity popsicles (paletas) in all manner of weird and wonderful tropical flavours, each for around a buck.
Coconut and cinnamon milk-drink was my preferred beverage and when it comes to the popsicles, well…mango is pretty good, as is lime, fresh coconut ain’t bad, but the king of the popsicles is guyanabana.
I don’t even know what it is, but it tastes great and it’s also fun to say.
Puerto proper
Now, when you book a surfing holiday to some exotic locale known worldwide for its thumping surf, it may pay to check who else is in town that week.
Somehow I had my two-week break coincide with the waiting-period for the 3-star Quik WQS comp in Puerto this year, a mistake I hope never to repeat.
The extra people in town were kind of fun. But when those same extra folk are 100 or so of the world’s best up-and-coming surfers, it’s less fun.
Those fuckers were all over everything that broke, from 3ft windswell to double-head closeouts and Puerto isn’t a wave where you want to be pushed into a less-than-favourable take-off point.
It’s still a great town though, heaps of fun travellers, cheap eats, cold beer, happy locals.
Ahhh Mexico, how I love thee – let me count the ways…