Playa Zipolite. Welcome To The Beach Of The Dead!: Photo Journal: Zipolite, Mexico

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.

ivan

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Photo Journal: Zipolite, Mexico

Written by Kyle about Mexico. Feelin' normal

I realize that some of our past Photo Journals have been city heavy, so let's reconnect a bit with nature. This Photo Journal takes us back more than 2 years ago to the Oaxacan coast in Mexico and a stretch of beach called Zipolite. Zipolite is an odd little place that really only exists because of its beach and because it is decently far away from everything else. It's the kind of place where you can get a "crepe" from a place called The Terrible, where the proprietor of the internet cafe sells pot on the side, and where the owner of an Italian guest house has no problem fixing up the place with power tools while wearing nothing more than a speedo. In other words, nothing seems strange even though it all is.

The daily view

During the day...

...and at sunset.

The entrance to our hotel, Posada Mexico, which was curiously run by Italians.

A careful study of the sand reveals that it is indeed awesome.