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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

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.

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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.


CHRONICLE 2 We stayed in a very austere little hotel, but with a terrace where you could see the sea. That first visit gave me pleasant surprises. Among them, dispel my curiosity for bathing naked in the sea without any stench. The next day we switched to the Alchemist, when they were charging 500 a night. Today they get charged 5 or even 6 times more. And I don't like it anymore. Loved it when we rented Cabin #1 my favorite since. It was 30 meters away from the exhausted waves of the sea. She had her white hammock. The hut was rustic. Beautiful. Today the Alchemist’s rooms lost a lot of their hippioson charm.

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Nos hospedamos en un hotelito muy austero, pero con terraza desde donde se veía el mar. Esa primera visita me dio gratas sorpresas. Entre ellas disipar mi curiosidad por bañarme desnudo en el mar sin pudor alguno.
Al día siguiente nos pasamos al Alquimista, cuando cobraban 500 por noche. Hoy cobran 5 ó hasta 6 veces más. Y ya no me gusta. Me gustó mucho cuando rentamos la Cabaña número 1 mi favorita desde entonces. Estaba a 30 metros de las olas agotadas del mar. Tenía su hamaca blanca. La choza era rústica. Hermosa. Hoy las habitaciones del Alquimista perdieron mucho su encanto hippioson.