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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, June 20, 2015

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Mexico: A hallucinogenic fishing tale By Tim Stewart 5:00 AM Friday Jun 19, 2015


Mexico: A hallucinogenic fishing tale
We were heading back to his house - which doubles as a fish processing company - in Puerto Angel which is about one hour away by car.


Tim Stewart experiences exotic flavours on his chef's pilgrimage through Mexico.

Fishing is a mainstay in Puerto Angel. Photo / 123RF
Fishing is a mainstay in Puerto Angel. Photo / 123RF
In the 34th hour of wakefulness I found myself standing up on the tray of a ute, pounding maxi-cans of Tecate beer and chatting to my chef buddy Fabio Bernadini while we did 100km/h through the sweltering heat of the Oaxaca coast as the sun dropped out of the sky, super quick, tropics-style. As we flagrantly abused the parameters of safe driving, two trucks full of cops overtook us. They couldn't have cared less. Welcome to Mexico.
This was day one of my chef's pilgrimage through Mexico. About eight months ago, Fabio told me he was moving to Mexico City to work at Pujol, arguably the best restaurant in all of Latin America. The moment I put down the phone from that conversation, I realised I had to meet him there. It was unlikely I'd ever get a shot like this again.
Thankfully, Fabio was equally enthusiastic about the idea and worked out a cracking itinerary covering eight days.
We'd flown into Puerto Escondido and been picked up by Fabio's fish supplier, Lalo. We were heading back to his house - which doubles as a fish processing company - in Puerto Angel which is about one hour away by car.
My husband Murray was in the cab with Lalo, who explained to him that all the chickens wandering around the place were called "sopas" (soup). I like this guy.
Perched on the top of Lalo's fish supply business is his family's kitchen/dining room. Claudia, Lalo's wife, rules this domain. She was waiting for us with a feast of fish tacos. We all drank beer accompanied by small glasses of mescal, a distillation of fermented and roasted agave. This one was made by Lalo's mother, who starts every day with a glass. As the fiery smoky liquor burned down my throat I felt my body finally began to relax into Mexico's gravity.
Groggy and disoriented, we found ourselves on the back of Lalo's truck at 6am the next morning heading to the fish markets by the pier in the centre of Puerto Angel.
Fabio got me sorted with a cup of atole - a hot drink of sesame, corn, sugar and milk. Delicious! Then we got into the thick of the fishing boats on the beach to see what was on offer.

The writer cooks in Puerto Angel. Photo / Tim Stewart
The writer cooks in Puerto Angel. Photo / Tim Stewart

The fishing boats are simple, open, 23-foot long fibreglass dories called lanchas. I didn't even see any fishing rods, these guys catch tuna on hand lines. They just throw their catch in the bottom and cover them with chip ice. It doesn't get fresher than this. We bought a whole assortment of species for dinner including a fish called salema that is known locally as the hallucinogenic fish. Apparently someone had a 36-hour long bad trip after eating one of these at a restaurant in the Mediterranean.
We took our haul back to Lalo's and snacked on firm, silky slices of mackerel (they call it cocinero) while we prepped all the fish for dinner. A couple of hours later after a breakfast of chicharrones (crispy pig skin) braised in tomatillos we explored the local market for vegetables.
The whole room was filled with the scent of the large pale yellow guavas they grow down here. I became a giggling child among mounds of tomatillos and huge bunches of diesel redolent epazote, plum-like local cherries and dusty brown piles of exotic zapote fruits.
Claudia gratefully turned over her kitchen to us for the afternoon and Akim kept the mezcalitos flowing as we threw ourselves into prepping dinner for a hungry household. Fabio set to grilling some of the small fish whole over charcoal while I fried mounds of sweet grey green zucchinis and buried them in epazote and lime salsa.
We laid out torn salty queso oaxaca with cherry tomatoes and pungent local basil on crispy corn tostadas, mounds of tortillas fresh from the lady down the beach who makes them all day over her charcoal-fuelled comal, and platters of hallucinogenic fish ceviche and mackerel crudo. All the nephews, nieces and cousins who work for Lalo piled around the table and we got into it.
We woke to find a bay being pounded by big Pacific swell. Only the brave or foolish were fishing today so it didn't look like we were going to get a chance to go out.
While we sat upstairs at Lalo's and watched the locals trying to figure out how to right a capsized lancha in the middle of the bay we spotted Fabio in one of the boats signalling us down to the beach.
In no time at all we were off the point about two beaches south and in the pit of a whole new landscape. I turned towards the open ocean and saw a wall of deep blue Pacific rising behind us. Lalo's best fisherman, Beto was at the tiller, calmly piloting his lancha which seemed to be an extension of his soul. With the rocky coast coated in white foam, we plummeted below the horizon, he stood casually in the stern scanning the currents.
I would have been happy to spend the rest of my week in this busy little bay contemplating a Mexican retirement from our comfy beachfront room at the Hotel Cordelias but Fabio had plans for us.
Next up was a bus ride to Puerto Escondido and then a short hop in a single-prop plane over the Sierras to Oaxaca, which is considered by many to be the gastro capital of Mexico.
Our short stay in the land of hallucinogenic fish had been a very good trip indeed.
CHECKLIST
Getting there: Air NZ flies from Auckland to LA daily. From there, a local carrier will get you to Puerto Escondido via Mexico City, then Puerto Angel is an hour's drive.
Details: Pujol restaurant is at Petrarca 254, Polanco, Mexico City.
Where to stay: Hotel Cordelias is at Playa Panteon, Puerto Angel.