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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
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
Emergency? 911 will be the number to call Police, fire, Red Cross and other numbers will migrate to the new number in 2016
Emergency? 911 will be the number to call
Police, fire, Red Cross and other numbers will migrate to the new number in 2016
Mexico News Daily | Saturday, November 14, 2015
The number for a new national emergency phone line will be 911, the Federal Telecommunications Institute (IFT) announced this week.
One single number for all emergency calls was announced last November by President Enrique Peña Nieto as one of a series of measures in response to the Iguala-Ayotzinapa events of September 26 and 27. At the time it was to be 911.
But last April the federal Chamber of Deputies approved legislation to make 066 the official number.
Now 911 is back, and existing emergency numbers will be required to migrate to it. Those include 060 for local police, 061 for state and Federal District judicial police, 065 for the Red Cross, 066 for the national system for citizen emergencies, 068 for fire emergencies and 080 for security and emergency calls.
The new number, for both fixed line and mobile telephones, is to begin operating early next year.
It will be managed by the executive secretariat of the National Public Security System.
Telecommunications service providers will be required to provide free access to the emergency number.
Source: El Universal (sp)
El Niño in Mexico: more rain, fewer fish More rainfall, changes in distribution of fish species could be seen in Baja Mexico News Daily | Thursday, November 19, 2015
El Niño in Mexico: more rain, fewer fish
More rainfall, changes in distribution of fish species could be seen in Baja
Mexico News Daily | Thursday, November 19, 2015
This year’s El Niño is expected to be one of the most intense in half a century, and will deliver a “conveyor belt” of storms to California, according to a NASA climatologist.
But what does it mean for Mexico?
Probably more rain and fewer fish, according to the Center for Scientific Investigation and Higher Education of Ensenada (CICESE). The prospects don’t sound as potentially disastrous as predictions for California, where heavy rains could wipe out crops, cause mudslides and batter beachside communities, says a report by the Los Angeles Times.
But more rain means more mosquitoes which means a greater danger of contracting dengue, chikungunya or even malaria. Fewer fish, meanwhile, could mean hardships for fishermen and the local economy in northwestern Mexico.
“Species such as the sardine will have a different distribution, possibly causing a major cost for fishing,” said Oscar Sosa of CICESE. “This will have a detrimental effect in terms of profit.”
He added that with the increase in warmer waters, tropical and semitropical species that have the ability to swim long distances “tend to distribute themselves in a more northerly direction, which they would not normally do.” However, it would not apply to all species, he added.
There have already been some rare sightings in California waters, including a couple of pufferfish, a largemouth blenny fish, cardinalfish and a whale shark.
El Niño has already affected Mexico, most notably in the form of Hurricane Patricia, which ravaged part of the Pacific coast last month.
Stronger effects are already being felt elsewhere, some good, others not.
Chile is blooming with flowers due to unusually high rainfall but Indonesia and the Philippines are seeing drought conditions appear. And the United Nations forecast last week that more than 2 million people in Central America will need food aid because of a drought made worse by El Niño.
Predictions by the World Meteorological Organization (WMO) put El Niño 2015-16 as one of the most powerful since 1950 with effects that will be increasingly evident in the next four to eight months.
Earlier this month surface temperatures in the Pacific Ocean just off Peru hit five degrees above average – even higher than the abnormally warm temperatures at the same time of year in 1997 that foreshadowed the strongest El Niño on record.
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Brisa Marina. Submitted by Cathie Leavitt (3/03)
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We are visiting Zipolite in two weeks and want us to be at least 10 days, we would like to know if anyone in the forum knows someone who rents an apartment, or preferably a bungalow with kitchen, our budget is limited.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015
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Serving hard time in Ventura County Jail A penal-retentive lawbreaker chooses jail over fine
Serving hard time in Ventura County Jail
A penal-retentive lawbreaker chooses jail over fine
By Athea Marcos Amir
Eighty-one dollars is a lot of money, especially when you’re unemployed. Even more so when you live in San Luis Obispo County, California, where to earn anything close to 10 bucks an hour I’d have had to resort to my old racket, teaching English.
So when the judge in Simi Valley refused to hear any explanation of why I had been driving at 70 mph, I grew philosophical. Could it be, I mused, that never having been in jail might indicate a woman treading a path too straight and narrow? Penal-retentive, if you will?
In any case, it was the money, not the principle, that made me opt for incarceration rather than whipping out my checkbook.
“Twenty-four hours in the Ventura County Jail,” barked the judge. “Starting at 8 a.m. Monday morning.”
I arrived on time, hopelessly law-abiding even before confinement. The clerk behind the window directed me to be seated and wait to hear my name called. She added, in a somewhat apologetic tone, that “it might be just a few minutes.” They seemed to be doing a thriving business, a refreshing change in the economy that prevailed.
When I finally heard my name spoken, I felt a surge of pride, as if I were suddenly part of that great sisterhood beginning with the biblical Judith, who slew Holofernes, and includes Lizzie Borden, Bonnie Parker, Jean Harris, and all us girls determined to do it “our way.”
I was directed downstairs, where a deputy in a glassed-in cubicle told me there might be a slight delay in getting me processed. No problem. I had brought along a book and was deep into it when a female deputy came to take me into a locked area.
“You mean I can’t read here?” I gasped, as she took keys, wallet, and book, placing them in a plastic box.
“What do you think this is?” she snapped. “A country club?”
Well, how would I know? For the first few years after moving to San Luis Obispo, I thought the California Men’s Colony was an elite resort for guys who persisted in violating the rules of grammar. Doesn’t their sign read “Department of Corrections”?
But I refrained from mouthing off, fearful it might give her the urge to strip-search me. I don’t want my body cavities rummaged for stray copies of Roget’s Thesaurus.
She only patted me down for weapons (the closest I’d come to a sexual encounter in years), and led me into a small holding cell. It had all the amenities: toilet, two phones, plus a sweet young thing with long blonde hair crying her heart out. In a better mood she might have given Scarlett Johansson serious competition, but not that day. After a time she lay down on the bench, closed her eyes, and I noticed her face and shoulders twitching involuntarily.
Before long, the same deputy dropped by to take me out for a mug shot and fingerprints. I would have preferred white zinfandel and some brie. I was starting to feel like the menace to society my ex-husbands describe to their lawyers.
I was back in my cell fewer than 15 minutes before I was visited yet again by the deputy, having come to tell me I would soon be released. This was welcome news, especially after she said that otherwise I’d have had to spend the night in a dorm room with 49 other women like me. Now that sounded like cruel and unusual punishment.
I decided to try out a phone. Instructions posted on the wall explained that the black phone was for two free calls within Ventura; the blue, for collect calls to whoever would accept the charges. I called Greyhound for departure times for San Luis and wondered if I was expected to carve my initials on the wall with my fingernails, like everyone had done before me.
My pretty cellmate was hauled off, and shortly thereafter lunch arrived. Ten-thirty a.m. is a bit early for my lifestyle, but I was famished.
Never have I been more disappointed in an entree. Out of respect for readers with palates as sensitive as mine, I won’t even describe it. I partook only of the salad and the beverage, Kool-Aid, keeping my fingers crossed it wasn’t Jim Jones’ recipe.
Enter cellmate number two, a fiery Latina. (I watch my language since standup Paul Rodriguez said he doesn’t want to be described by any adjective containing the word “panic.”) This woman had henna-assisted hair and a penchant for colorful language.
While her lunch cooled on the bench, she rang up someone named Carlos, complaining, in terms that would make a rapper blush, that she couldn’t understand why she had been picked up — again.
Before she was taken away to shower (clear discrimination: I too could have used a quick wash and a splash of Jean Nate), she said the reason I was getting out early was that so many women in Ventura were being picked up on drug charges. I didn’t bother to inquire how she knew.
At precisely 11:30 I was sprung, three and a half hours from the time I’d entered. No chance to write my memoirs, study law, form lasting friendships, or plot my escape.
I assured the deputy I intended to go straight, and expressed gratitude for my early release.
But I couldn’t help adding that it was a good thing I hadn’t killed anyone. “Because in that case,” I pointed out, “you probably would’ve had to keep me overnight.”
Athea Marcos Amir is a writer and 15-year resident of San Miguel de Allende. As many readers are already aware, she dislikes animals.
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