Some photo catch up!

 

Here are some long awaited photos of the last few entries. Starting off with Maruata (where we met the crazy ol’ Americans) and surfed the craziest wedge. 

The waves come in around a big rock and wedge up behind it creating this still breaking wave. We even saw some wave come in the could be caught before it wedges and then it might be possible to make it around the bowl it creates to the other side of the wave. Make sense? It is pretty mind bottling.  The many washed up sea urchins made us a little uneasy., among some other things, but I would still highly recommend Maruata to anyone, and we later found out they have some kind of  festival there. I believe it is a rainbow festival, and that would definitely be interesting to see.

Nexpa! We feel so lame, and discuss it openly on a daily basis. If there were some serious surfers with us it would have made the trip. The surf was so big and perfect in a handful of places, and we were way to chicken to attempt it. We just keep saying, “Someday!” Chichos was a great restaurant and not bad accommodations. Not much, but not bad. It added to the whole feeling of Nexpa, like nothing else really matters but surviving the amazing conditions outside.  Stella finally tried out the new skate gear she got from her uncle Jim’s shop. She is so fearless, and every fear she neglects we add to our plate. Nolan got a good skate session in as well, but the ramp had some major gaps and holes. We woke the next morning to an amazing sky, and a furious ocean. Hurricanes ah comin! So we bail south. If one of the puente’s give out (which happens all the time) we would be stuck. Not a bad place to be stuck, but not the safest either!

 We would be eating in the restaurant and Stella would be in the bathroom here screaming, "wipe my butt!!"

 The drive south was very desolate and the few people we saw in the small villages were very solemn. It was a bit erie, and made us feel very in the middle of it. And then we crossed the border into Oaxaca. It was like life began in Oaxaca. The first city we came to, Pinotepa Nacional, was hustlin and bustlin! Cheap street food, cheap machetes, school kids everywhere, little old ladies old ladies selling tamales out of buckets, churches, color everywhere and we just had to park the rig and shop. I found the $5 leather sandals for Stella and I that i have been searching for. Nolan found every kind of machete he could think of. The next town down had a bunch of these crazy little taxis. I want one.

 In Puerto Escondido we saw this over lander set up, and had immediate overlander envy.

The hostel we found for the first night was an eco hostel called, Tlalocan. Eco-Hostel means holes in the walls, lots of mosquitoes and the occasional mouse. Despite that, it was our favorite place we have stayed this far. The guys that owns it, Mark was awesome and it was a very relaxed mellow vibe. It has a pool and a bathroom in a lighthouse.

 the bathroom!

 New sandals.

 These are the shrines to the lost surfers, who have died surfing Puerto Escondido.

 Stella found the playground.

 Super-burban

 This reminds me of the banksy graffiti he did on the Palestine wall.

Because there is really nothing for us to do in Puerto Escondido but spend money, we are going to head south to the many point breaks of Oaxaca! And find more street corn!!!