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

Sunday, September 20, 2015

ZZ TOP - September 26 - U.S. Cellular Center

ZZ TOP - September 26 - U.S. Cellular Center

6 days and counting. :) ivan

Puerto Escondido International Airport, OA, Mexico Weather Forecast

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Posts about zipolite written by Viajes. ... Archivo de la etiqueta: zipolite. Viaja a Mazunte al Festival de Jazz · Viajes 2015,Viajes Noviembre ...

VIAJES 2015,VIAJES NOVIEMBRE

VIAJA A MAZUNTE AL FESTIVAL DE JAZZ

18 SEPTIEMBRE, 2015 VIAJES DEJA UN COMENTARIO

Viajaremos a Mazunte donde cada año se presenta el clásico Festival de Jazz que llena de armonía el entorno, podrás disfrutar de la mejor música a la luz de la luna y las estrellas en la orilla de una de las playas más bellas de Oaxaca. No te pierdas este evento único.

Fechas 13 al 17 de Noviembre (2015)

Lugares a visitar:
Mazunte, Museo Nacional de la Tortuga, Punta Cometa

Costos:
Transporte y campamento: $1650, Viajeros Infinitur: $1550Transporte y cabaña cuádruple: $2200, Viajeros Infinitur: $2100

Infinitur Clásico: Este viaje ha llevado nuestro sello característico durante muchos años. Combina maravillas naturales y culturales con un equilibrio entre comodidad y precio, buscando siempre el compartir con el viajero una verdadera “Experiencia de Viaje” donde disfrute de las maravillas de nuestro país y juntos enriquezcamos nuestras almas.

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A day in the oasis became a day in hell Mexican tourists in Egypt endured five bombardments over three hours

http://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/a-day-in-the-oasis-became-a-day-in-hell/?utm_source=Mexico+News+Daily&utm_campaign=669c8abc27-September+19&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_f1536a3787-669c8abc27-348153685

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A day in the oasis became a day in hell

Mexican tourists in Egypt endured five bombardments over three hours

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Mexico News Daily | Friday, September 18, 2015

The six survivors of Sunday’s attack by Egyptian forces on a tourist convoy returned to Mexico today with Foreign Affairs Secretary Claudia Ruiz Massieu aboard the presidential plane.

Ruiz Massieu has demanded that Egypt carry out a thorough investigation, but observed at a press conference that the relationship between the two countries has been “long and valuable.”They have been admitted at the National Rehabilitation Center where their condition was “delicate but stable,” reported Health Secretary Mercedes Juan. She said the victims had suffered burns, respiratory problems or fractures and that the wounds were from shrapnel rather than bullets.

The chancellor said she achieved three goals with her trip to Egypt: “Verify our citizens’ health condition, arrange for their immediate repatriation and request once more that the investigations be expeditious and transparent.”

What took place has left Mexico “angry and hurt.”

“This unjustified act of aggression is unprecedented. We shall wait for the outcome of the [Egyptian] investigations,” she said.

Twelve people were killed, eight of them Mexicans, when they were mistaken for terrorists in the Western Desert. They were part of a tourist convoy that was traveling from Cairo to the Bahariya Oasis and had stopped for lunch when a plane and helicopters opened fire.

Mexican authorities have advised their Egyptian counterparts they expect the relatives of the dead and the survivors to be compensated according to international law.One survivor, a Guadalajara woman who lost her husband in the attack, said a day in the oasis turned into a day in hell. Susana Calderón said there were about five bombardments over the course of three hours.

The Foreign Affairs Secretariat yesterday updated its travel advisory for Egypt, advising Mexicans to “reconsider or postpone their plans to travel to Egypt.”

Egyptian president Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi, who met Wednesday with Ruiz Massieu, said his government would cooperate transparently with Mexico on the investigation and providing briefings as it progressed.

However, the transparency won’t extend to Egyptian news media. The government has issued a media gag on the case.

Source: El Universal (sp), Daily News Egypt (en)

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Some advice: MX will kill you if you let it Buying a PV condo, step 12: no power, no elevator, no tiles? Just go with the punches

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Some advice: MX will kill you if you let it

Buying a PV condo, step 12: no power, no elevator, no tiles? Just go with the punches

By Chris Dalton

Mexico News Daily | Saturday, September 19, 2015

I want to take a minute before I go on with my grim story to address the e-mails I have been receiving about my choice of real estate agent and my apparent naiveté.

Eddy the Realtor was chosen because yes, he was Canadian and he made me feel comfortable in a place where I was way out of my depth, but his website also had pages of recommendations from grateful customers, some of whom I got in touch with.Many of these e-mails seem to suggest that it all went wrong because I chose a Canadian rather than a more professional agent. In other words, I had gone with my heart instead of my head.

They loved him and went on about what a great “hand-holder” he was throughout the frightening experience of buying in Mexico.

A few other e-mails suggested that, in the right hands, a pre-construction buy is not a big deal. Two things in my defense:

Ours was not a classic pre-construction buy. It was never just a big hole with pretty pictures selling you a dream, but a standing building, where we fell in love with the unbelievable view from the penthouse terrace. The essentials were all in place except, ahem, electricity, tiling and an elevator.

I was an idiot, I admit. I was too enamored with the concept of living in the tropics as seen from a penthouse to think as clearly as I should. After all we all know what “Love at first sight” feels like. I became “stupid.”

Why? After it was partially constructed, it was deemed unsafe because, among other things, it had too much salt in the concrete. Some day it must be demolished. Everyone lost all their money and there is little chance of anyone seeing a dime.The other thing I would point out to those who say “an experienced realtor would have made all the difference.” If you go to the very centre of Puerto Vallarta, to the large square, you will see a giant condo that is unoccupied.

How many experienced realtors were involved in that debacle, I wonder? There it sits as a triumph of style over substance, with everyone losing their shirt.

We did not.

Whenever we flew out from PV we could see our palapa on top of our building from the plane, so we knew we had bought something wonderful even as we wept. We went through it all because we loved our place in the sun. In the end we overcame it all.

But not yet, not then.

So we had bought a condo for double our budget but half the advertised cost. We had no electricity or elevator, the still brittle developer Sergio refused to tile the 1,800-square-foot terrace and two of our kids were days away from arriving for our Christmas together.

Oh yeah, the furniture and appliances Eddy the Realtor (not his real name) had stored in his office for three months were coming the next day.

We had decided to move to a boutique hotel almost across the road from our new home. We were getting tired of walking up an enormous hill from the Hotel Rosita, and then climbing 10 stories of apartment steps four or five times a day.

I was developing the calves of a young yak, and my poor wife looked like Popeye’s big sister. It was not attractive.

We were met by the curious inmates of this new casa hotel, who commiserated with us around the coldest pool my upper legs had ever encountered. They listened to our plight for a while before one, a retired hydro worker from Regina, mentioned that because the electrical wires were not even up on the street yet, much less any usable current, he felt we should book rooms for our children immediately and forget about Christmas at our eagles’ nest.

I sprinted past the world’s coldest pool to the end of the sundeck and looked down at our street below and through now blurry eyes I knew he was right. Empty posts, new, empty and nude posts . . . no wires.

Then another of the guests piped up that he had heard from one of Sergio’s many workers called Pepe that the elevator was months away from completion in distant Guadalajara.

Dead silence, until the hammer blows below told us they were digging up the street again to try to re-lay the huge sewage pipes. That was it. I am always an optimist with a Plan B or C, but we had just rushed by Z.

I ran down to the street, which was crowded with interested Mexicans, looked up at the sky and shouted:

“I am going to get you! No one kicks Chris Dalton in the balls and gets away with it!”

The unilingual crowd might not have known what I said but in Mexico there is a certain appreciation for blind passion. A smattering of applause and smiles came from my future neighbors.

Just then a nightmare started to unfold. Right before my eyes I saw a large, bald, tattooed man with a white goatee lumbering towards me, flexing the muscled arms hanging out of a sleeveless t-shirt. Obviously a retired Hell’s Angel, high up in the enforcement side of that charitable organization.

“Oh, God,” I thought. “I am going to get it now right in front of my wife.”

Michelle was looking down from the sun deck quizzically. She waved.

“Hi there,” I said, quivering. “Live nearby, do you?”

He just looked at me. I thought quickly.

“I am Canadian.” Brilliant, I thought, nobody wants to hurt a Canadian. It would be like kicking a puppy.

“So am I,” he said softly. “I am from Edmonton.” Long pause. “Can I give you some advice?”

Gulp. “Sure,” I ventured.

Then a wonderful thing happened: his face crinkled into a big smile. I looked into his bright blue eyes. He put his arm around me and said in little sentences, “Mexico will kill you if you let it. I have been here for 20 years. You have to go with the punches and just grin. It will all work out for you. I have been watching you two. You are good people. I will help.”

And that was how I met a guy from down the street in Puerto Vallarta, my new best friend, Don.

Next: “Onwards”

The writer lives under a palapa in Puerto Vallarta.

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