We flew from the cold dry Mexican highlands to the steamy coastal Puerto Escondido . Waiting in a hot tin shed to see if our luggage came on the same flight (it did) – memories of tropical Madang (PNG).
The beaches and coves are beautiful with warm clear water but the pueblos are tired and shabby looking, like the resident gringos. There’s not a lot to do here but wait in the air con for the magnificent puesta del sol (sunset), the color of Modelo beer. The fish tacos are fresh and delicious.
Now (November) the Pacific Ocean is calm enough for swimming, even Pam went in. But in July/August the surf can be 5 meters high and the Mexican Pipeline running.