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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, December 25, 2014

Pan Flute - Christmas Worldhits / more than 1 hour of music e.g. Winter Wonderland, Jingle Bells

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  1. Kamibambiraptor has uploaded Auld Lang Syne (Panflute & Piano Duet)

    Auld Lang Syne (Panflute & Piano Duet)
    Kamibambiraptor
    The old song by Burns played on the panflute, with piano accompaniment.

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    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    and never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    and auld lang syne*?

    CHORUS:
    For auld lang syne, my jo,
    for auld lang syne,
    we’ll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet,
    for auld lang syne.

    And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
    and surely I’ll be mine!
    And we’ll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet,
    for auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    We twa hae run about the braes,
    and pou’d the gowans fine;
    But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
    sin' auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
    frae morning sun till dine;
    But seas between us braid hae roar’d
    sin' auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

    And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
    and gie's a hand o’ thine!
    And we’ll tak' a right gude-willie waught,
    for auld lang syne.

    CHORUS

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ivan