Map of San Agustinillo with a satellite image perfect for locating San Agustinillo surf spots. Locate all the San Agustinillo breaks with this easy to use map.
www.surfline.com/surf-report/
Sunday, May 20, 2012
San Agustinillo Map and Satellite Image | SURFLINE.COM
San Agustinillo Map and Satellite Image | SURFLINE.COM
Map of San Agustinillo with a satellite image perfect for locating San Agustinillo surf spots. Locate all the San Agustinillo breaks with this easy to use map.
www.surfline.com/surf-report/
Map of San Agustinillo with a satellite image perfect for locating San Agustinillo surf spots. Locate all the San Agustinillo breaks with this easy to use map.
www.surfline.com/surf-report/
World Environment Day in Oaxaca Publication date: May 2012
PLANETA
World Environment Day in Oaxaca
WED WIKI
Publication date: May 2012
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| Oaxaca de Juarez, Mexico - Planeta.com invites friends to put themselves into the picture for World Environment Day. Join us on June 3 for a photo safari in the Llano Park. A photo safari is a free, public event in which people are invited to take photos in a public space and sharing pics online using relevant social media including Facebook, Flickr, Foursquare, Google+, Slideshare, Twitter, YouTube and wikis as a means to encourage transliteracy: the ability to read and write using multiple media, including traditional print media, electronic devices, and online tools. The safari combines a slow-paced walk from the lions in the park to recently made carvings nearby. The safari is conducted in aplurilingual manner with an emphasis on Spanish and local indigenous languages. "The highlight of the trip will be our search for the bear carving on Calle Amapolas" said Planeta.com founder Ron Mader. "We will also look for the borrego cimarron and a frog. Baseball fans should be on the lookout for pericos in the stadium when Oaxaca plays Puebla." Participants will be asked to upload photos to Facebook and Flickr. Friends of the photo safari are asked to like, favorite, pin and tweet about these images. "Social bridging is essential to building strong, safe, diverse communities," Mader said, citing Nina Simon's recent blog, Building Community Bridges: A "So What" Behind Social Participation. Among the talking points for informal conversation: the green economy and the 40th anniversary of UNEP, environmental education, wildlife and how World Environment Day is being celebrated around the globe. It will also be an opportunity to discuss upcoming events including July's Guelaguetza, August's Indigenous Peoples Week and a proposed unconference focusing on local, slow and conscious travel in September. Meeting point, 11am on the northeast side of Llano Park at the Hector's news' stand. Ask Hector about the trees in front of the stand. Tips: Bring your camera or smartphone, extra batteries, drinking water, comfortable shoes and a hat. Kids and the elderly are welcome and this event is free. GAMEFICATIONHow do you translate 'World Environment Day?'Mixteco (Mexico): Buaha Kiwi Spanish: Día Mundial del Medio Ambiente Swedish: Världsmiljödagen Chinanteco: Jhum kie la ta m qu = Dia Mundial del Medio Ambiente (San Felipe Usila) Zapoteco: (Teotitlan del Valle, Oaxaca) Xchii guish-liu nabain How do you translate 'Green Economy: Does it include you?' Spanish: Economía verde: ¿No te incluye? Photo Safari Check List Take photos of trees in bloom Take photos of trees carved as animals Take photos of wildlife including birds and bugs Ask someone to take a picture of you and a tree Comments welcome on Ron's blog. |
CASA REBECCA Oceanfront Puerto Escondido Vacation Rentals Oaxaca Mexico by Thomas Marquardt (submitted 2012-05-19)
CASA REBECCA Oceanfront Puerto Escondido Vacation Rentals Oaxaca Mexico by Thomas Marquardt
(submitted 2012-05-19)
Puerto Escondido Vacation Rental Oaxaca, Mexico
Casa Rebecca is a luxury oceanfront condominium in tropical Puerto Escondido. Our exotic penthouse rental paradise is located on the blue Pacific coast between Acapulco and Huatulco in sunny Mexico.
The International Airport (PXM) is just a five minutes taxi drive away from our luxury rental condo.
Romantic Luxury Oceanfront Paradise
Casa Rebecca in Puerto Escondido consists of 2,500 (230 m2) sq ft of luxurious light filled living and terrace space. Prepare culinary delights in our fully equipped kitchen with granite counter tops while enjoying a magnificent ocean view. Dine around our elegant glass table or casually breakfast at the round kitchen bar. Relax in our exotically decorated open living area and watch whales or dolphins play offshore. Rest and recoup on our King size beds or pamper yourself in your private four piece bathroom with an extra large walk in shower for two. A well organized change room with storage closets, provides plenty of storage for everybody. All rooms are air-conditioned and have a ceiling ventilator.
Private Roof Top Terrace with "Palapa"
Unwind each evening as the sun falls with a spectacular sky behind the expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Wake each morning to a sparkling sunrise over the beaches of Zicatela. An unforgettable experience from our spacious elegantly curved balcony, which is discreetly distanced from the pool. Sheltered from the tropical sun and cooled by off-shore ocean breezes, rest in pure comfort on our roof top Palapa. Take it all in from the edge of our pool or stroll to one of two pristine beaches nearby.
Our condo is safely constructed above a gently sloped cliff that is grown with rich tropical flora with a trail leading down to the ocean shore. Sip a cool drink on the balcony and listen to the sound of surf rising to your ears as it is breaking on the rocks below or just watch the locals fish or snorkel by the shore below.
Rental Amenities
Most amenities to our luxury two bedroom Puerto Escondido vacation rentals oceanfront property are on the Rinconada, just a few minutes walk from our condo. We offer our condo for rent all seasons and it provides comfortable accommodation for four adults and two children. The pool is shared with only five other owners.
About Puerto Escondido Mexico
(English: "Hidden Port") located on the Mexico Pacific Emerald Coast (La Costa Esmeralda) is a beautiful destination for international and national tourism alike. The tropical climate makes Puerto Escondido one of the most attractive holiday destinations to visit.
Casa Rebecca, our Puerto Escondido vacation rental paradise, offers a Mexico holiday for everyone; from world class surfing to hidden coves and miles of white sand beaches with majestic rock formations.
When you tire of exploration, shopping and cultural opportunities abound. The beach is only a ten minute walk along the palm treed streets of the exclusive and prestigious luxury Puerto Escondido neighbourhood of new villas and condominiums in Dorado Carrizalillo.
Our hope is that through the beauty of the landscape, the warmth of the local people and the tranquil atmosphere you will experience the charm that is Puerto Escondido. You cannot help falling in love with our Puerto Escondido vacation rental penthouse and return to our hidden paradise Casa Rebecca many times.
About the Author
We are Thomas and Rebecca and live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. We always had a dream to one day escape the dreary wet winters of west coast Canada and find a little spot in paradise to vacation and retire. After many travels and months of searching the internet we found Puerto Escondido in Oaxaca Mexico, where we built our little paradise by the ocean. We spent many weeks a year there ourselves and when we are not there, we rent it to vacationers all over the world who love to return year after year. More information you can find on our website:http://www.puertoescondidocondorental.com Thomas and Becky
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San Bernado to Puerto Escondido 16/5/2012
16/5/2012
San Bernado to Puerto Escondido
D63.5, T4.5, Av13.3, Total 9795
A days rest was needed. Not feeling comfortable with this set up the decision was made to head to Puerto Escondido.
My departure saw the owners wanting money for what easily could have been tap water. It was time to vacate.
The road was a pleasure to Moñitos, asphalt and flat, with an ever present rural vista, that of coconut palms and cattle. It was often partially blocked due to farmers moving their herd.
Arriving at Moñitos, a few good coffees were enjoyed as was a chat for sometime with a bunch of guys at the food stall. There was a bank in town so some funds were removed and a cruise about the centre was enjoyed. The town is right on the beach.
Dropping my bike at the ATM was a sign that a rest day is needed. It was also a sign to stay focused.
Interestingly, over a coke people told me land crabs sell for un mill each (50c) and a farm worker gets about $6.00/day. This is ok when you can get a good meal for $2.00. This conversation was terminated early due to sandflies eating me alive.
Leaving town the locals told me there was much lodo (mud) on this untarred road.
Almost immediately on leaving the inhabited part of town the road became rough, with rocks protruding above the hard pack. Everyone of these was felt.
Areas that trapped water when it rained were imprinted with 300mm deep wheel tracks. Then the hills started.
Being a secondary road meant during its consruction cutting was kept to a minimum, cosequently following the terrain, parts were steep and short.
Arriving at Rio Cedro, asking distances, conditions and times, everyone had a different answer.
From here conditions deteriorated further, the road was now just a series of up steep short hills back down and again repeated.
It had become nothing more than a banana track. Coming down hills with wash outs and loose rocks everywhere with a combined weight of 300lbs on a bike was all concentration.
The back wheel had to be kept from locked up, the front brakes were working very hard.
Any moment out of full control would have been a disaster.
By now I was totally worn out walking up every hill and resting every few 20 minutes or so.
Even walking the bike up the hills was hard with loose stones often causing me to slip. Riding up was not practical as it was to slow for such a narrow line one had to keep to stay out of wash outs. At slow speed it is very hard to ride straight. The steepness was of some small inclines was instrumental in the decision making process.
As was the fact that there was never going to be a guy at the top with a cold bottle of water to congratulate you for your efforts.
One fortunate ocurrence was that of people selling things from houses.
A lunch of beef, platano and rice with salad was enjoyed. With this meal 5 glasses of the best juice tried for a long time were enjoyed.
It was called Jugo de Cereza from a small tomato like fruit. An enjoyable chat was had with a guy and his wife, Miguel and Leidy Gonzales. ( her real name)
Moving on, the thought of camping now crossed my mind. The problem is that every inch of the road side is fenced, though primitive by our standards, with 4 strands of barb and in many cases living fence posts. They were more than capable of containing cattle and impeding trespassers.
The only traffic passed was motorbikes, often with a husband and wife who had been to town. Believe it or not there was a bus service on this road. It was a medium size unit, the likes of which I never seen, it tracked amazingly well up the hills, myself well off the road.
On one occassion a guy came off his motorbike, though no harm was incurred to either man or machine.
This journey to Puerto Escondido was becoming an endurance test for me. The heat was unreal, the humidity was repressive. My body temp was right up there, unable to cool down, but knowing to keep going.
Falling off again almost at a standstill, unable to get a foot out of the “Power Grip” foot holders, again told me to how easily things could go wrong.
At one time it ocurred to me what am I doing this for. The thought was fleeting. The positives far out weighed any short term reprieve from the present conditions.
This was the Colombia I had dreamt about cycling in. It was hard going, though with it came the awareness of being outside the circle of life where things are comfortable and predictable. For me it was real time. Time aside from being comfortably numb.
The coast could be seen from the high points on the road. Finally the road started descending. Arriving in the small seaside village of Christo Rey, a new face flannel was bought as was 2 Pepsis.
Sitting in the shop chatting and still with an elevated body temp,struggling with composure, fun was had with a small boy and his cousins. Juan was such a cute kid. I explained we have a term for kids, that of rat bags.
In Español I translated it to bolsas de raton, it was classic, we all had a laugh except Juan who started crying, some quick comforting chat solved the problem.
Having said this some people encountered here are very shy and dont respond. They do not see many foreigners, especially middle aged, balding men on pushbikes. Whilst others are everso friendly, especially teenagers.
There was 8 ks between me and hopefully a hotel in Puerto.
The road followed the coast with cattle, coconut palms and bananas growing almost to the shore on sloping land.
All the small farms encountered on passage grew bananas,yams and all had some animals.
Nearing the end of this 8k. Exhaustion had set in, knowing the town was close, my spare water was poured over my head in an effort to cool down.
One last hill into town was beyond even walking up. A farm worker was wandering along the road in my direction. He could see my distress, my conversation reinforced the situation.
He everso kindly pushed the bike from behind for me. Not wanting to let him have all the weight, energy was mustered to contribute more than just to steer. Respect and pride had a bit to do with it. Really, my help with the weight was minimal.
Thanking him, a beautiful site beheld me, one of a town on the beach and smooth concrete roads.
In hindsight I had been very lucky to had got over this road, even the smallest shower of rain would have rendered it treacherous and impassable on a pushbike. In dry conditions with rests it took 9 hours to cover 40k.
A hotel was found.
The day had been tough, it was rewarding and my body was now recovering. Tomorrow will be a rest day.
San Bernado to Puerto Escondido
D63.5, T4.5, Av13.3, Total 9795
A days rest was needed. Not feeling comfortable with this set up the decision was made to head to Puerto Escondido.
My departure saw the owners wanting money for what easily could have been tap water. It was time to vacate.
The road was a pleasure to Moñitos, asphalt and flat, with an ever present rural vista, that of coconut palms and cattle. It was often partially blocked due to farmers moving their herd.
Arriving at Moñitos, a few good coffees were enjoyed as was a chat for sometime with a bunch of guys at the food stall. There was a bank in town so some funds were removed and a cruise about the centre was enjoyed. The town is right on the beach.
Dropping my bike at the ATM was a sign that a rest day is needed. It was also a sign to stay focused.
Interestingly, over a coke people told me land crabs sell for un mill each (50c) and a farm worker gets about $6.00/day. This is ok when you can get a good meal for $2.00. This conversation was terminated early due to sandflies eating me alive.
Leaving town the locals told me there was much lodo (mud) on this untarred road.
Almost immediately on leaving the inhabited part of town the road became rough, with rocks protruding above the hard pack. Everyone of these was felt.
Areas that trapped water when it rained were imprinted with 300mm deep wheel tracks. Then the hills started.
Being a secondary road meant during its consruction cutting was kept to a minimum, cosequently following the terrain, parts were steep and short.
Arriving at Rio Cedro, asking distances, conditions and times, everyone had a different answer.
From here conditions deteriorated further, the road was now just a series of up steep short hills back down and again repeated.
It had become nothing more than a banana track. Coming down hills with wash outs and loose rocks everywhere with a combined weight of 300lbs on a bike was all concentration.
The back wheel had to be kept from locked up, the front brakes were working very hard.
Any moment out of full control would have been a disaster.
By now I was totally worn out walking up every hill and resting every few 20 minutes or so.
Even walking the bike up the hills was hard with loose stones often causing me to slip. Riding up was not practical as it was to slow for such a narrow line one had to keep to stay out of wash outs. At slow speed it is very hard to ride straight. The steepness was of some small inclines was instrumental in the decision making process.
As was the fact that there was never going to be a guy at the top with a cold bottle of water to congratulate you for your efforts.
One fortunate ocurrence was that of people selling things from houses.
A lunch of beef, platano and rice with salad was enjoyed. With this meal 5 glasses of the best juice tried for a long time were enjoyed.
It was called Jugo de Cereza from a small tomato like fruit. An enjoyable chat was had with a guy and his wife, Miguel and Leidy Gonzales. ( her real name)
Moving on, the thought of camping now crossed my mind. The problem is that every inch of the road side is fenced, though primitive by our standards, with 4 strands of barb and in many cases living fence posts. They were more than capable of containing cattle and impeding trespassers.
The only traffic passed was motorbikes, often with a husband and wife who had been to town. Believe it or not there was a bus service on this road. It was a medium size unit, the likes of which I never seen, it tracked amazingly well up the hills, myself well off the road.
On one occassion a guy came off his motorbike, though no harm was incurred to either man or machine.
This journey to Puerto Escondido was becoming an endurance test for me. The heat was unreal, the humidity was repressive. My body temp was right up there, unable to cool down, but knowing to keep going.
Falling off again almost at a standstill, unable to get a foot out of the “Power Grip” foot holders, again told me to how easily things could go wrong.
At one time it ocurred to me what am I doing this for. The thought was fleeting. The positives far out weighed any short term reprieve from the present conditions.
This was the Colombia I had dreamt about cycling in. It was hard going, though with it came the awareness of being outside the circle of life where things are comfortable and predictable. For me it was real time. Time aside from being comfortably numb.
The coast could be seen from the high points on the road. Finally the road started descending. Arriving in the small seaside village of Christo Rey, a new face flannel was bought as was 2 Pepsis.
Sitting in the shop chatting and still with an elevated body temp,struggling with composure, fun was had with a small boy and his cousins. Juan was such a cute kid. I explained we have a term for kids, that of rat bags.
In Español I translated it to bolsas de raton, it was classic, we all had a laugh except Juan who started crying, some quick comforting chat solved the problem.
Having said this some people encountered here are very shy and dont respond. They do not see many foreigners, especially middle aged, balding men on pushbikes. Whilst others are everso friendly, especially teenagers.
There was 8 ks between me and hopefully a hotel in Puerto.
The road followed the coast with cattle, coconut palms and bananas growing almost to the shore on sloping land.
All the small farms encountered on passage grew bananas,yams and all had some animals.
Nearing the end of this 8k. Exhaustion had set in, knowing the town was close, my spare water was poured over my head in an effort to cool down.
One last hill into town was beyond even walking up. A farm worker was wandering along the road in my direction. He could see my distress, my conversation reinforced the situation.
He everso kindly pushed the bike from behind for me. Not wanting to let him have all the weight, energy was mustered to contribute more than just to steer. Respect and pride had a bit to do with it. Really, my help with the weight was minimal.
Thanking him, a beautiful site beheld me, one of a town on the beach and smooth concrete roads.
In hindsight I had been very lucky to had got over this road, even the smallest shower of rain would have rendered it treacherous and impassable on a pushbike. In dry conditions with rests it took 9 hours to cover 40k.
A hotel was found.
The day had been tough, it was rewarding and my body was now recovering. Tomorrow will be a rest day.
Typical scenery, coast in the background
Even walking up these inclines got to much, shoes off and a total regroup. Panniers were also checked at mounting points and chain oiled, with perspiration and dust 60k sees the chain dry.
Stopping in shade, a puddle nearby, a couple of mangos savoured and another rest. The puddle was the hand basin. Earlier on in the day, still smiling.
These fences line all roads in Costa Rica, Panama and now here. They make camping difficult
A family of four, just browsin' about.
Journeys end, Puerto Escondido
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