Pork and Apple: A week at the Beach

After Oaxaca, like everyone else, we decided to head to the beach. As was the same for most people this meant heading south to Puerto Escondido. To get there you have two choices - a 6 hour van up a mountain or an 11 hour bus somewhat around the mountain. We opted for the bus as we had heard people often got sick on the van and it also counted as a night's accommodation.

We had booked a hostel for our second night in Puerto Escondido but had to find somewhere to stay for the first night at 8 in the morning when we got off the bus. I didn't feel up to trudging around a new town with backpacks trying to find a cheap hotel so we just went with the fist place we tried and we were glad we did. We ended up having a room on the top floor with access to this balcony that we had to ourselves. As you can see the view was pretty good. The next day we made our way to our pre-booked hostel.

We pretty much did nothing for a whole week which was quite a change. We went to the beach, swam in the hostel's pool, went to a different beach, pottered about. I don't know if I could have handled much more anyway, with the sweat dripping off me just from walking from the room to the kitchen. The heat was quite a shock as Oaxaca had been surprisingly cold.

On our first day we wandered along the beach in search of food. We hadn't eaten for about 12 hours and I was getting desperate. This was the only place with some life so we decided to go for it. It turned out to be a Canadian ex-pat bar that consisted of mostly senior white people playing horse shoes. We had a white man's version of Mexican food. The price of letting yourself get too hungry.

Everywhere we have been in Mexico (except Cancun) there has been some kind of festival happening. Puerto Escondido was no different. They have a festival going all through November. This meant we got to see more giant puppets!