Mazunteeeee

Day 378.

After a month of exploring the cities and countryside of Mexico it was finally about time we headed to the Pacific Coast for some sun, sea and civiche!

After a fairly unforgiving 9 hour mountain pass through the night we arrived in Pochutla, beaches are connected here by caminitas - effectively a pick up truck consisting of a few benches in the back and some tarpalling to protect from the rain. Amazingly they manage to fit 30 plus people in the back, although that includes 5 people hanging off the edge. That being said we jumped on in to a fully packed caminita and headed down to Mazunte - the tiny tranquil beach spot nestled amongst the palm trees that we had been waiting for.

Through a combination of sheer luck and a translation error we found ourselves landing arguably the best accomodation in all of Mazunte (in our opinion), just 50m back from the beach and surronded by jungle was our two storey tree house with outside shower and fully kitted kitchen - which came in particularly handy for hosting freinds and preparing a few home made margeritas! By the end of our stay the hosts liked us so much they even threw in a free bottle of red wine - too generous some people.

Our time here was everything we wanted it to be and a routine quickly formed; from waking to the noises of the jungle in the morning, enjoying our favourite 'smoothie bowls' in bed, watching sunrise and sunset, a big cold cerveza at lunch and swimming all day in the crystal clear waters - it was decided quickly we would be staying here longer than planned...

Our relationship with the sea here however wasn't all fun and games. In fact the super large waves, although great for surfing meant you had to stay fairly alert not to be sent tumbling around. Sadly this is easier said than done and we were quick to say goodbye to both pairs of our sunglasses, that'll teach me not to play a joke on Limbster again. There was also the time Limbster got barrel rolled by two waves one after the other and qoute ''nearly drowned'' personally I think the panic in her waving arms was what caused the lightning quick jetski rescue...

Mazunte was peaceful enough but venturing over a cliff or two meant you could find a beach all to your own, and we did exactly that for our first sunset here, enjoying the sun go down on the horizon on our own personal bit of paradise. Except for in the desert of India have we seen such starry nights as here in Mazunte, with little to no lights at night the views of the sky were magical and perfect for watching shooting stars.

Mazunte however was soon to change, as the annual 3 day Jazz festival was about to descend on this beach town, and boy do the Mexicans love to party. Overnight every housefront was converted into a pop up cocktail bar, stages erected on the sandy beach and before we knew it we were sipping on our gigantic Mojitos, practising our salsa moves in the sea & listening to live pop up jazz bands playing straight from the beach.

It seems though we're not quite the party animals we used to be, ending our Mezcal filled night with Lars and Julie (german amigos) come 2am seemed early by Mexican standards, who on the last day of the festival were still clinging onto their litre bottles of cerveza in the sea come 7.30am. This feeling was only exemplified given this was coincidently also the time we set off on our morning dolphin boat tour...

Tha being said, we know where we'd rather be and watching a pod of dolphins splash about all morning is certainly our cup of tea. Due to some top analysis by limbster that morning too it turned out it only cost us £0.12p per dolphin, bargain.

In a surprising turn of events, and certainly against the norm I only went and injured myself, after the initial disbelief that it was indeed me and not Ellie I began to notice the blood. In fact I had properly messed up the exact same toe limbster had with a mere trip on some dodgy concrete, nightmare. Although inconvenient I felt some genuine happiness to be using some of this giant first aid kit we've been lugging around, a few bandages and a Mezcal or two later and all was well.

I couldn't finish this post without mentioning the nearby seafood on Zipolite beach, so good in fact we returned twice and absolutely blew our typical food budget out of the water. Huge fresh fish tacos, civiche (nearly as good as our own), and some awesome garlic soaked fish fillets - we certainly had our seafood kick we had been looking for, that being said none of these incredible dishes actually exceeded £5 - Mexico is incredible.

After settling into this life for 8 days it felt really hard to leave, in fact we could stay here for a very long time. But reluctantly we said goodbye to the beach as it was time to see what Mexico City has in store for us...Meer informatie