Sadly, I have to admit I'm am clearly a product of mass advertising. Countless Saturday mornings spent propped in front of the television have left me "CooCoo for CoCoPuffs", wondering "Where's the Beef?" and feeling sorry for poor Mikey as "He'll eat anything". And somehow, the image of a perfect vacation must involve walking hand-in-hand on some tropical beach. But life has taught me a few things. There is no nutritional value in CocoPuffs, fast food restaurants are cutting down the rainforest to supply the beef and poor Mikey is now an overweight ad exec. But above all I have come to learn that I hate beaches. I just don't get it. They're hot. And all the sweating inevitably
causes the sand to stick in places you'll be digging it out for weeks. With a few exceptions, they are void of any architectural or cultural relevance. Food is generally limited to seafood. Touts constantly bother you to go on Tour X or eat at Restaurant Y. Holidays always leave them very overcrowded. And everything is WAY overpriced. Yet for some reason beyond my comprehension, I keep going back to them. As a matter of fact, in my most recent 6 month holiday, I've been to not less than 7 I remember (Mazatlan, La Paz, Tofino, Gozo, Corfu, Bodrum and Batumi) Well, i guess i can chalk up number 8, Puerto Escondido, Mexico.
causes the sand to stick in places you'll be digging it out for weeks. With a few exceptions, they are void of any architectural or cultural relevance. Food is generally limited to seafood. Touts constantly bother you to go on Tour X or eat at Restaurant Y. Holidays always leave them very overcrowded. And everything is WAY overpriced. Yet for some reason beyond my comprehension, I keep going back to them. As a matter of fact, in my most recent 6 month holiday, I've been to not less than 7 I remember (Mazatlan, La Paz, Tofino, Gozo, Corfu, Bodrum and Batumi) Well, i guess i can chalk up number 8, Puerto Escondido, Mexico.
But, i guess, as beaches go, Puerto Escondido isn't too bad. The long expanse of
beach can get busy around the holidays (i was there during Semana Santa) but even then there are still places to get away. Most of the night clubs, cafes and hotels are located along one of two streets which run parallel to the ocean. Meaning you never really have to go far to go where ever it is you need to go. And the surf is good enough that the X-games (the Olympics for the daring) have been hosted there on more than one occasion. If sun and surf is your thing, the Puerto Escondido might just fit the bill.
beach can get busy around the holidays (i was there during Semana Santa) but even then there are still places to get away. Most of the night clubs, cafes and hotels are located along one of two streets which run parallel to the ocean. Meaning you never really have to go far to go where ever it is you need to go. And the surf is good enough that the X-games (the Olympics for the daring) have been hosted there on more than one occasion. If sun and surf is your thing, the Puerto Escondido might just fit the bill.
You know how they say "getting there is half the fun"? I'm not entirely sure that still applies when the bus driver hands out little plastic barf bags to everyone.
Not a great omen. The road from Oaxaca to the beach, is 7 hours of twists and turns. While it is certainly a pretty one, extreme motion sickness is not only a possibility, but an expectation. I have spent 5 days on a train, crossed numerous seas on ferries and had some marathon bus trip but never had any problems. Even i was a little queazy on this trip. And this doesn't even figure in the frequent accidents on the road. Buses leave Oaxaca every hour or so and cost 150 Pesos. There are flights, but Marco Polo never flew, so neither shall I.
Not a great omen. The road from Oaxaca to the beach, is 7 hours of twists and turns. While it is certainly a pretty one, extreme motion sickness is not only a possibility, but an expectation. I have spent 5 days on a train, crossed numerous seas on ferries and had some marathon bus trip but never had any problems. Even i was a little queazy on this trip. And this doesn't even figure in the frequent accidents on the road. Buses leave Oaxaca every hour or so and cost 150 Pesos. There are flights, but Marco Polo never flew, so neither shall I. You can check out some video from the place at my other blog, Been There, Filmed That.
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