Pacific Diaries

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Sorry for lack of updates - salt water has seeped deep into my brain and slowed any prevalent activity in the neocortex. It took me ages to write that.

Puerto Escondido

So after a few days in Central Oaxaca, Ben and I decided to split for the Pacific coast. We booked a flight in a 7 seater light aircraft - an old Cessna - I was concerned by its structural integrity. We wobbled, rattled and shifted through the air currents over the southern mountain ranges of Oaxaca. I watched the door latch next to my head with concern as it swung loosely from Locked to Open during the flight. The 30 minute flight took a turn for the worst when my blocked sinuses wouldnt allow my ears to repressurize. By the time we landed there was so much pressure in my head I felt like my eye balls were going to be pushed out of the eye ball grooves. Seriously. Aside from that, great flight....

The warm saturated air on the pacific coast hit me like a wet slap in the face, but it was a sure makes you feel alive. Jesus Christo! Its only winter here as well!




Fish beware


My initial impressions of Puerto was that it was a luscious paradise, and it is, but its just that its fairly developed compared to other places further along the coast. it reminds me of Byron Bay in NSW - very beautiful situation but becoming a real tourist trap. Still, swimming in the warm water while the sun set casting rosy hues over the waves was life affirming. I had another adventure in the Mexican Postal system (misnomer) trying to send back some little Oaxacan wooden animals with psychadelic paint jobs.




On to Mazunte...heaps more interesting and beautiful
More writing tomorrow