Zipolite

Zipolite – a tiny tiny village at the Pacific Coast in between Puerto Angel and San Agustín. In fact I don’t remember why we chose to make a stop exactly there on our way to Yucatan, but for some reason we did. It was my first time visiting the Pacific side of México and I must say, the first impression was quite positive. The second not so much…
The taxi ride from Pochutla to Zipolite was one of a kind. Somehow we managed to find the most amazing taxi driver in town, who had a deep affection for Reggae music (not so common in a Mexican no name village). Three girls packed together on the back seats of a cab full of Mexican kitsch, listening to some good Bob Marley beats, while Carlos (probably his name) passionately tried to get the lyrics right with his adorable Mexican accent and somehow achieved to manage the bumpy road…
Unfortunately, we forgot to take a video but just enjoyed the moment :-).

The initial plan was to stay for 2 days and then continue the journey towards San Augustín direction Puerto Escondido. We checked in at the highly recommended hostel Posada Brisa Marina, where the owner (an old American grandpa who spends half of the year in the States and the other half at his hostel) welcomed us with open arms and a joint :-).

However, we didn’t take into account the Hurricane season, which is basically all summer long. Whereas on the day of arrival, we enjoyed an amazing atmosphere of relaxing in hammocks and sipping fresh coconut water while watching the beautiful sunset, the next couple of days weren’t pleasant at all. After a stormy night we woke up to a destroyed beach, which couldn’t be entered anymore due to the huge amounts of wood and trash that had been washed up over night. In addition to this, the only road connecting Zipolite with any other civilised area was blocked by trees, which made it impossible for us to leave or continue our journey.

Thus, there was no other option than spending the time at the hostel, laying in the hammock all day, playing cards or getting drunk and stoned with the grandpa and waiting for the mess to be cleaned up. As far as I remember we chose to play cards and meanwhile got to know a nice Italian couple, which we met again later on Isla Holbox.