A little about Playa Zipolite, The Beach of the Dead . . .

Playa Zipolite, Oaxaca, Southern Mexico, on the Pacific Ocean. A little bit about my favorite little get-away on this small world of ours.

Zipolite, a sweaty 30-minute walk west from Puerto Angel, brings you to Playa Zipolite and another world. The feeling here is 1970's - Led Zep, Marley, and scruffy gringos.

A long, long time ago, Zipolite beach was usually visited by the Zapotecans...who made it a magical place. They came to visit Zipolite to meditate, or just to rest.

Recently, this beach has begun to receive day-trippers from Puerto Angel and Puerto Escondido, giving it a more TOURISTY feel than before.

Most people come here for the novelty of the nude beach, yoga, turtles, seafood, surf, meditation, vegetarians, discos, party, to get burnt by the sun, or to see how long they can stretch their skinny budget.

I post WWW Oaxaca, Mexico, Zipolite and areas nearby information. Also general budget, backpacker, surfer, off the beaten path, Mexico and beyond, information.

REMEMBER: Everyone is welcome at Zipolite.



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Sunday, January 23, 2011


We have made it to what certainly feels like the end of the road.  And in a way, it is.  A mile or so stretch of sandy beach wedged between two large rocky crags on each end, sheltering this little resort from the rest of the world.  This is Zipolite.  Fabled travelers hangout and the coolest spot of paradise you have yet to visit.  A guy from New Zealand we met on our second day sums up this place perfectly: "I came here for a week´s vacation... but that was two and a half months ago."
It makes for exciting swimming, though!

Our first night in Zipolite, we decide to rough it a bit and sleep in hammocks.  For only 70 pesos each, we secure the right to hang all night on the second floor of a mostly deserted hostel with only the crashing waves as company. 

This sounds wonderful and romantic and the stuff of dreams.  It isn´t.  Hammocks are generally fine for a nap, but a full night´s sleep is pushing it.  Neither of us can get comfortable and William has bad dreams all night and I don´t think I actually slept until I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion right after sunrise.  Oh well.  Mark that one off the list!

We amble into "town" - which is basically one street.  One block, actually.  A few beachwear shops, an internet cafe, some bars and restaurants, and handful of stores not selling much.  It is really hot in the middle of the day.  Everything is dusty.  No one wears shoes.  According to our hypotheosis that everyone is most likely stoned, most businesses keep hilariously irregular hours.  One or two will open in the mornings (but not every morning), a few more open around dinner time, a some don´t open for several days.  You may enjoy a nice dinner one night at a little sidewalk cafe, only to return the next night to see it completel abandonded as if it never existed.

A photo is worth a thousand words, they say.  So let me save a few here:

We find a new hostel, run by an ebuillent French expat named Sylviana.  She immediately welcomes us into her ramshackle little place, which is not much more than a few bamboo huts and some mosquito nets set around a tropical garden.  There are no floors here, one or two lightbulbs, and the sanitation is unmentionable.  But we love it and move in for three days.  We have our own hut with a palm thatched roof and a bed draped in mosquito netting.  You can hear the waves crash as you fall asleep at night.

We are relaxed, blissful, and happy.  But we have to move on.

Oh!  And I found some real, green broccoli.  We took a walk for a few miles to a neighboring town and there it was.  Sitting there waiting for me.  I paid 8 pesos and took him home and cooked him up.  Scrambeled with some eggs and leftover spaghetti.  (We´ve had to get pretty creative with our survival cooking here...)

Up next... Zipolite to Pochutla to San Cristobal de las Casas.....

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