Playa Zipolite. Welcome To The Beach Of The Dead!: CHRONICLE 1 The year 2000. A friend of mine once told me "let's go to Zipolite". He had just left. I was told about this place with dots and commas. Encouraged me and said go. My only condition was to leave on a plane. I was told so many times about how dangerous the roads of Oaxaca were that I chose to fly. The first welcome, ah! Because they were several, they were the streets of Adoquin. Deserts in November that year. Easy. Sunnies. Years later they became more beautiful especially at night with their harvest, exquisite dinners and mezcalerias.

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, May 23, 2024

CHRONICLE 1 The year 2000. A friend of mine once told me "let's go to Zipolite". He had just left. I was told about this place with dots and commas. Encouraged me and said go. My only condition was to leave on a plane. I was told so many times about how dangerous the roads of Oaxaca were that I chose to fly. The first welcome, ah! Because they were several, they were the streets of Adoquin. Deserts in November that year. Easy. Sunnies. Years later they became more beautiful especially at night with their harvest, exquisite dinners and mezcalerias.

Micky Durcal Adicto

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CRONICA 1

Corría el año 2000. Un amigo mío un día me dijo "vamos a Zipolite". Él acababa de ir. Me platicó de este lugar con puntos y comas. Me ánimo y le dije: va. Mi única condición era irnos en avión. Me hablaron tantas veces de lo peligrosas que eran las carreteras de Oaxaca que opté por volar.

La primera bienvenida, ah! Porque fueron varias, fueron las calles del Adoquín. Desiertas en Noviembre de ese año. Tranquilas. Soleadas.

Años después se pusieron más bonitas sobre todo de noche con su vendimia, exquisitas cenas y mezcalerias.