Puerto Escondido

After the calm of Oaxaca City, we headed to the beach of the states to taste a bit of the famous party over there. For once (in a long time), we settled in a back-packer “near” to the beach and we felt relieved not being hang on the decision of anybody to go now and then. This freedom didn’t last long though as, for our first night in Puerto Escondido, we decided to spend our money in a fancy restaurant. You know, after eating constantly in the street for some time, you start being confident about your body and you let your guard down. Well, this fancy restaurant revealed to be tough on us: we were stuck in the bed for 24 hours the day after. We would still enjoy our evening (thanks to Carla, Lyda and Tequilla!). Frankly, at first, we thought of a very bad hangover but then, as the situation didn’t evolve, we had to face the reality: we got food poisoning.

Then, the days were better and as all touristic cities near to the beach, we didn’t really get to Mexicans. We had some british, Australians, Danish and so on. Tourists were everywhere but we had the chance to spend on day in a remote aera where we’ve seen one of the best sunsets on the beach.

Damien, Lyda, Carla and François

I’m not gonna talk about our failed attempt to get on a boat to fish and watch some animals in the sea because it was “kinda dark out there, you know?” BUT I will certainly talk about the three girls who made our stay a bit special. Firstly, Carla (the Spanish marvelous wonder that make disappear beers faster that the time to say it) and Lyda (The Cypriote whose point of view on things in general make you wonder about your own). We had such a blast with them and I can’t wait to see them again. Finally, the last girl, from the staff of the hostel, always lying in her couch poking people on Facebook (you can picture her body here), shouting to pass messages at the other side of the complex, and, at times, really awful with the clients (us!).

With all the nice people we've met troughout this travel, it's sometime hard to realize can be rude but as the manager of the hostel ask us to leave a review on his backpacker, well, we did... Jajaja

Next stop, the marvelous city of San Cristobal de Las Casas

François