Loving Life...
hey everyone...how´s work?
so sorry...i´m such an ass. if that comment pissed you off, you´d better just delete this update right now, as we have been spending the last four days doing absolutely nothing but sleeping in, laying around in the sun, swimming in the ocean, drinking cold cervesas, and our perrenial favorite, eating great food.
We started our journey to Puerto Escondido (Hidden Port) on the Pacific Coast by taking an absolutely horrific 10 hour bus ride on the mother of all winding roads...think highway 1 along the west coast on mezcaline, with a blind bus driver, and you´ll begin to realize how terrifying this leg of our trip was. 1000 foot cliffs to our left and right, very tiny lanes, turns a sane person wouldn´t take at more than 3 miles per hour, cars speeding around the corners into our lane, and here we are, riding in this deluxe size bus (think two greyhound buses mashed into one), ripping along at a steady 75-80 kilometers per hour, our bus driver chatting to a buddy he picked up, maybe looking at the road 26% of the time, and a huge crack in the 10 foot tall windshield growing at an alarming rate every time we crunched into one of the thousands of potholes along the route. Fun times...and that was a first class bus ride, along the best highway in Oaxaca...still, saw some great sights...lush canyons and lagoons, beautiful mountain vistas, hundreds of acres of agave farms (the cactus used in the production of maguey, mezcal, and tequila), and hundreds of farmers walking along the road with 3-4 foot machetes...must be the mexican Oaxaquenos equivalent to clean undies, i.e. don´t leave home without ém. Finally and thankfully, we arrived in Puerto Escondido...if you haven´t been here, this must be your next vacation spot. Now, before it gets any more touristy, as it´s still very small time, clean, and mexican. this is primarily a beach bum town, with a fair share of foreign expatriates, but coming here is to step out of the hustle and bustle of life, and step into the artform of doing nothing (larry and mike, you would love this place) and having a great time at it. as great as oaxaca city was, before coming here we were starting to get the itch to come home...just a little, mind you. once we arrived, that all washed away...THIS is what vacation feels like, we realized. we´ve been doing a whole lot of nothing lately. we´re staying at a great hotel for 350 pesos...two queen size beds, air conditioning (our only saving grace in the humid nights), friendly geckos chillin´ on the ceiling, a balcony with a palm-shaded view, and an inviting pool to cool off in while drinking modelos con limon. The beaches here are a delight to visit...they are much cleaner than any beach i´ve been to in the united states, with pristine white sand kissing our toes as we wade through the warm (yet refreshing) ocean surf. There are many separate beaches here, all with their own different attitudes and uses. playa zicatela is the surfer beach...supposedly the 3rd greatest beach to surf in the world, and surfers have been flocking here to test their skills since before there were roads to puerto escondido. playa principal is the extremely calm bay where all the locals harbour their lanchas (speed boats used to taxi people to all the different beaches) and haul in their daily catches of the freshest seafood we´ve had in some time. we´ve spent most of our time on playa marinero under a rented umbrella, relaxing on padded lounge chairs...reading, napping, people watching (lots of annoyingly half naked surfers and tasty topless europeans), diving into the waves (or in kes´ case, ankle wading...she´s scared of ocean surf), and burning our flesh in the hot hot sun (i.e. tanning)...don´t worry mom, we´re using sunscreen. spf 4000. before i forget...for all you movie lovers out there, go rent the italian-made film, "Puerto Escondido"...besides being an excellent travel/crime story, it has some great shots of what this city looked like in the early 90s before some of the more touristy features popped up...a fun tale of murder, friendship, adventure, and peyote trips. well, not much else to report...oh, oh, oh except my epic battle with the cockroaches. these little suckers are all over mexico, but thankfully hide themselves whenever we´re around, mind their own business, and are essentially harmless little, i mean big, critters. unfortuanately for them, i am god´s bane on insects, and turn into the blood thirsty warrior, gothmog the destroyer (also known as the hellskank to those of you who are in the know) whenever i happen to encounter large bugs of the creepy crawly variety (for example, all insects). anyway, last night, after being out all day and most of the evening, we came into our room quietly, and turned the lights on to find several 3inch long cockroaches peacefully doing whatever it is that they do. i don´t know what came over me, but i suddenly began screaming war cries (mostly sounding like a frightened little boy...maybe even a terrified little girl) and dancing some strange little jig while wielding my weapon of choice...a shoe. nigh on two strokes of the clock, mine enemies vanquished, i retired to the balcony to partake in a refreshing breath of enchanted wind. i needed to catch my breath, for certainly any minute, the pissed off neighbors would come rushing into the room looking to beat me senselessly, for the entire time this battle had been taking place, i had been screaming out the cute little ditty..."La cucaracha, la cucaracha!" i apologize for assaulting you with that droll little story.
okay, i´m ghost...
loving and missing all of you...Dustin and Kesia.
so sorry...i´m such an ass. if that comment pissed you off, you´d better just delete this update right now, as we have been spending the last four days doing absolutely nothing but sleeping in, laying around in the sun, swimming in the ocean, drinking cold cervesas, and our perrenial favorite, eating great food.
We started our journey to Puerto Escondido (Hidden Port) on the Pacific Coast by taking an absolutely horrific 10 hour bus ride on the mother of all winding roads...think highway 1 along the west coast on mezcaline, with a blind bus driver, and you´ll begin to realize how terrifying this leg of our trip was. 1000 foot cliffs to our left and right, very tiny lanes, turns a sane person wouldn´t take at more than 3 miles per hour, cars speeding around the corners into our lane, and here we are, riding in this deluxe size bus (think two greyhound buses mashed into one), ripping along at a steady 75-80 kilometers per hour, our bus driver chatting to a buddy he picked up, maybe looking at the road 26% of the time, and a huge crack in the 10 foot tall windshield growing at an alarming rate every time we crunched into one of the thousands of potholes along the route. Fun times...and that was a first class bus ride, along the best highway in Oaxaca...still, saw some great sights...lush canyons and lagoons, beautiful mountain vistas, hundreds of acres of agave farms (the cactus used in the production of maguey, mezcal, and tequila), and hundreds of farmers walking along the road with 3-4 foot machetes...must be the mexican Oaxaquenos equivalent to clean undies, i.e. don´t leave home without ém. Finally and thankfully, we arrived in Puerto Escondido...if you haven´t been here, this must be your next vacation spot. Now, before it gets any more touristy, as it´s still very small time, clean, and mexican. this is primarily a beach bum town, with a fair share of foreign expatriates, but coming here is to step out of the hustle and bustle of life, and step into the artform of doing nothing (larry and mike, you would love this place) and having a great time at it. as great as oaxaca city was, before coming here we were starting to get the itch to come home...just a little, mind you. once we arrived, that all washed away...THIS is what vacation feels like, we realized. we´ve been doing a whole lot of nothing lately. we´re staying at a great hotel for 350 pesos...two queen size beds, air conditioning (our only saving grace in the humid nights), friendly geckos chillin´ on the ceiling, a balcony with a palm-shaded view, and an inviting pool to cool off in while drinking modelos con limon. The beaches here are a delight to visit...they are much cleaner than any beach i´ve been to in the united states, with pristine white sand kissing our toes as we wade through the warm (yet refreshing) ocean surf. There are many separate beaches here, all with their own different attitudes and uses. playa zicatela is the surfer beach...supposedly the 3rd greatest beach to surf in the world, and surfers have been flocking here to test their skills since before there were roads to puerto escondido. playa principal is the extremely calm bay where all the locals harbour their lanchas (speed boats used to taxi people to all the different beaches) and haul in their daily catches of the freshest seafood we´ve had in some time. we´ve spent most of our time on playa marinero under a rented umbrella, relaxing on padded lounge chairs...reading, napping, people watching (lots of annoyingly half naked surfers and tasty topless europeans), diving into the waves (or in kes´ case, ankle wading...she´s scared of ocean surf), and burning our flesh in the hot hot sun (i.e. tanning)...don´t worry mom, we´re using sunscreen. spf 4000. before i forget...for all you movie lovers out there, go rent the italian-made film, "Puerto Escondido"...besides being an excellent travel/crime story, it has some great shots of what this city looked like in the early 90s before some of the more touristy features popped up...a fun tale of murder, friendship, adventure, and peyote trips. well, not much else to report...oh, oh, oh except my epic battle with the cockroaches. these little suckers are all over mexico, but thankfully hide themselves whenever we´re around, mind their own business, and are essentially harmless little, i mean big, critters. unfortuanately for them, i am god´s bane on insects, and turn into the blood thirsty warrior, gothmog the destroyer (also known as the hellskank to those of you who are in the know) whenever i happen to encounter large bugs of the creepy crawly variety (for example, all insects). anyway, last night, after being out all day and most of the evening, we came into our room quietly, and turned the lights on to find several 3inch long cockroaches peacefully doing whatever it is that they do. i don´t know what came over me, but i suddenly began screaming war cries (mostly sounding like a frightened little boy...maybe even a terrified little girl) and dancing some strange little jig while wielding my weapon of choice...a shoe. nigh on two strokes of the clock, mine enemies vanquished, i retired to the balcony to partake in a refreshing breath of enchanted wind. i needed to catch my breath, for certainly any minute, the pissed off neighbors would come rushing into the room looking to beat me senselessly, for the entire time this battle had been taking place, i had been screaming out the cute little ditty..."La cucaracha, la cucaracha!" i apologize for assaulting you with that droll little story.
okay, i´m ghost...
loving and missing all of you...Dustin and Kesia.
posted by Oldie | 5/11/2006 11:05:00 AM
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