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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

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Zipolite used to be

 

Robert Delirio Temple




Zipolite used to be such a nice place to live in, back in the early-mid 1980s. I see that it has been totally commercialized since, even after a fire that destoyed the village years ago. Most all the money came from other countries, or so I've read. Those investers brought their big-city problems with them, it appears. That people even refer to it as a nudist beach is sad, sort of takes from the casual attitude, this labeling. I have watched another place go from primativo esquina do mundo to "chic" in a matter of maybe twenty years or so, down in the state of Bahia, Brasil. Now, paradise resides between my ears.
Attached is a picture I took from the house I rented for a while the winter of 1985-6. Rent was $US 50 a month, no running water, showered at a bar/restaurant in the village. It was primativo, no "in" scenes or tour busses, internet cafes, coke or heroin. For me, it was a great place to be sober. I practiced juggling daily on the beach, or swam way out past the huge, man-eating waves, for hours on end, body surfing like a wild man.
I was not a "backpacker" following the gringo trail or looking for some spiritual, gay or nudist retreat or some "in" place to visit. I was actually in the Zipolite neighborhood on a recommendation from an old girlfriend who had lived in nearby Puerto Escondido one winter. She never knew of Zipolite, I found it thanks to a recommendation from another juggler I met, Rory McLeod of Scotland. Rory said P.E. was so touristy, said I would like Zipolite more. He was juggling and tap dancing in front of the Zocalo in Oaxaca city. He still performs today, a true troubadour. He blows incredible harmonica, too..
I was more into seeking out other jugglers or circuses, far from the uptight, hysterical amerikants back home. As it turned out, I did cameo juggling spots with a ragtag one-ringer, "Circo Orlins" in Puerto Angel, winter of 1984-5, my first of two concecutive winters there in Zipolite, Nov-March. Mexico loves circus, a good thing. Sad, though, that wild animals are still in the shows there. Some things change slowly. In the meanwhile, seize the moment.

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