We pointed Oscar towards the coast and snaked our way down the windy road towards Puerto Escondido. It was on this road that for the first time, we saw something remotely dodgy in Mexico. Men in civilian clothes were carrying machine guns, directing traffic and seemed to be inspecting the vehicle of a local farmer, who was laying out an entire cow hide on the road. Luckily, they wanted nothing to do with us and waved us through with a smile.
We stayed at Puerto Escondido for two nights, hoping for some swell. It would have been awesome to watch the Mexican pipeline and to play around in the smaller breaks. Unfortunately though, there wasn’t much more than a ripple. It was nice to be back on the coast, even for a short time. We soaked up the sun, sweat out the cold and watched the sun sink below the horizon once again.
Zipolite was another break nearby that we had heard about so we decided to check it out. I cringed a little when Mark asked a crusty drunk man if he knew of anywhere we could camp. Of course he knew of somewhere, and of course we followed him. His “amigo” had some cabanas on the beach and we were able to pull up right behind them. Zipolite is a chilled out beach, with a definite hippy vibe. Lots of people seem to spend their entire winters here. Clothing is optional.
The next morning we woke up at sunrise and made breakfast on the beach. It was going to be a long day of driving ahead.