Are we ever happy? Too cold, too wet, too hot. But at least now we can cool off in the water. The overnight bus ride was tiring and difficult. We don't do well sleeping upright and listening to other people snore. We got in very tired and cranky but had a beautiful room on a jungle hillside above the beach waiting for us. We spent the afternoon dozing in chairs in the shade on the beach and then that night there was loud live music again that started about 6 pm from a 100th birthday party for a local native grandmother. This time it was really good. A combination of cuban/middle east/african/mexican. It i
s traditional Oaxacan and I don't know how else to categorize it but it was tuba, clarinet, horns, conga drums, piano and more. We have tried to find out who the band was and get a CD but not having much luck. The next day we moved to another hotel still in Puerta Angel that is right on the beach. It is hot and humid here, probably in the 90's and we are staying close to the water. We are on a sheltered cove and it is perfect for swimming. Today we went a few miles north to explore Zipolite, a small beach community. It is where all the Euro-hippies and Trustafarians are having their
south sea island fantasy. Lots of nude wading and sun bathing and we are really feeling old now. It is a beautiful stretch of beach but you cannot swim in it because the undertow is famous and folks drown here every year. So we will move on tomorrow to Puerto Escondido and then start to figure out how to get connected back to our airport. For now we are trying to not get sunburned again and are enjoying being back in shorts.
Are we ever happy? Too cold, too wet, too hot. But at least now we can cool off in the water. The overnight bus ride was tiring and difficult. We don't do well sleeping upright and listening to other people snore. We got in very tired and cranky but had a beautiful room on a jungle hillside above the beach waiting for us. We spent the afternoon dozing in chairs in the shade on the beach and then that night there was loud live music again that started about 6 pm from a 100th birthday party for a local native grandmother. This time it was really good. A combination of cuban/middle east/african/mexican. It i
s traditional Oaxacan and I don't know how else to categorize it but it was tuba, clarinet, horns, conga drums, piano and more. We have tried to find out who the band was and get a CD but not having much luck. The next day we moved to another hotel still in Puerta Angel that is right on the beach. It is hot and humid here, probably in the 90's and we are staying close to the water. We are on a sheltered cove and it is perfect for swimming. Today we went a few miles north to explore Zipolite, a small beach community. It is where all the Euro-hippies and Trustafarians are having their 
south sea island fantasy. Lots of nude wading and sun bathing and we are really feeling old now. It is a beautiful stretch of beach but you cannot swim in it because the undertow is famous and folks drown here every year. So we will move on tomorrow to Puerto Escondido and then start to figure out how to get connected back to our airport. For now we are trying to not get sunburned again and are enjoying being back in shorts.
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