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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

Friday, March 13, 2015

Vibrasphere - Live Set (2008)

Atma - Live Set

Astrix - Mix - The Best Tracks

Aphid Moon - Live Set (Cracow - Poland 17.02.2011)

Ace Ventura - Retrodelic Set

Anoebis - The History of Goatrance [1996 Acid Side]

Max Ruby - Tech House / Deep House mix 03 2015

PAGO@ SELECTION MIX # 68 (11.03.2015)

Fonarev - Digital Emotions # 336.

Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding -Tyler & Ryan ft. Ricky Ficarelli Cover

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NGJ Jumpstyle Oaxaca ..::Spark y Zuck::..

Carrera de burros en san pedro el alto pochutla

House Music By Nagdy

Expo Graffiti, Huajuapan de León Oaxaca

Thursday, March 12, 2015

THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 2015 • View this email in your browser Mexico City-Puebla closed by snow Wintry scene this morning in the State of Mexico Snow closed some roads yesterday in Michoacán, but today the wintry conditions moved to the State of Mexico and Puebla, closing the Mexico-Puebla freeway this morning. Officials closed the highway about 4:30am between the San Marcos toll booth, on the outskirts of the Federal District, to Río Frío in the State of Mexico. FULL STORY

THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 2015 • View this email in your browser
Mexico City-Puebla closed by snow
Wintry scene this morning in the State of Mexico
Snow closed some roadsyesterday in Michoacán, but today the wintry conditions moved to the State of Mexico and Puebla, closing the Mexico-Puebla freeway this morning. Officials closed the highway about 4:30ambetween the San Marcos toll booth, on the outskirts of the Federal District, to Río Frío in the State of Mexico. FULL STORY

The Zipolite lifegaurd was formed by the Piña Palmera: http://www.pinapalmera.org/

The Zipolite lifegaurd was formed by the Piña Palmera:
http://www.pinapalmera.org/








Day of The Dead in Oaxaca, Monte Alban, Zapotecs and Zipolite beach

room 1 TripAdvisor Imagen de Casa Dalila, Zipolite: room 1. Consultá 935 fotos y videos de Casa Dalila tomados por miembros de TripAdvisor.

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Imagen de Casa Dalila, Zipolite: room 1. Consultá 935 fotos y videos de Casa Dalila tomados por miembros de TripAdvisor.



Esta foto de Casa Dalila es cortesía de TripAdvisor

Battle of the Beaches: Oaxaca v. Chiapas March 12, 2015 § 1 Comment

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My journey on the curved horizon.


Battle of the Beaches: Oaxaca v. Chiapas

March 12, 2015 § 1 Comment
Continuing our travels south, we waited on the side of the ‘highway’ (where the mountain road from San Mateo joins back up to the main carretera) with a cardboard sign that said A LA PLAYA!  It didn’t take long before a truck with a metal frame on the back (our favourite and most common pick-up) stopped and loaded us into the back.  Our ride was a group of Christian guys who were going to Huatulco to play at some Christin beach festival.  The air was fresh, the views were amazing, and we were giddy to get to lower elevations and seashores- perfection, almost.  Except for the boy that kept throwing up over the side of the truck, and no matter how loud I turned up my Marc Anthony playlist, I couldn’t cover up the retching sounds.
So, when they dropped us up in the middle of nowhere in the mountains, we didn’t complain.  The second truck that passed picked us up and took us all the way to Pochutla, from where we took a colectivo to Puerto Angel.  We filled up on tacos on the street:
PortAngelTacos
, and then hopped in the back of a French couple’s van that took us the remainder of the way to Zipolite.  After so many months, finalmente!  The ocean!  Waves and sand and salty breezes and a full moon to usher us in.  We set up our tent in the dark, next to a psychedelic reggae party.  My first view of the beach when I woke up the next morning and peaked outside was that of a naked hippie taking down his tent- we picked a good spot, it seems.
Zipolite
Nope, not bad at all:
ZipoliteSunrise
But, not perfect, we felt.  So, we rolled everything up again, put the backpacks on, and walked a few kilometers to the next seaside town- San Agustinillo.  And, as we collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, into a café for breakfast and found an available room upstairs (the only one in San Agustinillo, it seemed), we didn’t hesitate.  A delicious and cozy café downstairs and not-too-shabby of a view from the balcony?
SanAgustinilloHotelView
Sold!  And I really loved this beach.
SanAgustinilloSunrise2
Unfortunately, the red flag was up, so there wasn’t too much swimming that happened, but it was still fun to wade in the waves and jump around:
ZipoliteRedFlag
And walk the cove and admire all of the palapas:
SanAgustinilloBeachHouse
And go for morning jogs:
SanAgustinilloSunrise
My favourite part of the stay was hiking out to punta cometa for sunset; a small rocky peninsula that juts out from the shoreline in Mazunte (the adjacent town, about a kilometer west of San Agustinillo):
MazunteSunsetRock
It almoooooost felt like I was back in Scotland, with waves pounding onto cliffs:
MazunteRockyCliffs
Except that the temperature was about 30 degrees C warmer and that there were cacti:
MazuntePuntaCometaCactus
And there were a lot more people to keep us company in the sun-going-down ceremony than on secluded rock-tips on the Isle of Skye:
MazunteSunsetHorizontal
But, a little bit of similarity, no?
And it was all very beautiful, but also very hot.  It had already been rather steamy in Oaxaca the past couple of weeks, but add the seaside humidity, and it was less-than-enjoyable.  So, after less than 48 hours, we rolled everything up again and returned to the side of the road.  The first van that passed us by was headed to  Matías Romero, a city about five hours east of Mazunte.  So, we told the kind sir to take us as far away as possible from the heat.
He dropped us off on the side of the highway, right outside of La Ventosa.
LaVentosaPanorama
The name does not lie.  It was the windiest place that I have ever been in; I couldn’t stand up by myself and our heavy backpacking bags were rolling around and into the ditches on the side of the road.  We somehow inched along the highway until a run-down truck took pity on us and gave us a lift (windiest ride of my life, help!) to the next small town.  There was nothing there, other than more wind, an empty bar with bachata music, and a bus stop.
LaVentosaNothingness
By this point, it was getting dark, so we took the last bus to Tapanatepec, which was not any more inviting.  So, another bus on to Arriaga.  Not much better.  One more bus, to Tonalá.  Not any better, but is was midnight and we were kind of discouraged by our entry into Chiapas, so we checked into an overpriced and less-than-quaint hotel and turned up the AC so that it could lull us to sleep.
The next day, we moved (very slowly, as people in Chiapas do not pick up anywhere near as enthusiastically as in Oaxaca) to the coastline, for one more night on the sand before heading inland again.  Our destination was Madre Sal, an isolated strand of beach about an hour (or, in our case, six hours) southeast of Tonalá.
It took a lot of walking on little dirt roads (Our last ride was holding on for dear life, hanging out of a watermelon truck.  As a reward for surviving, we go at a watermelon.  So, we got to carry one of those with us the last couple of kilometers):
ToMadreSol
And crossed a lagoon surrounded by mangrove trees on a lancha:
MadreSolBoatCrossing
And then,  voilà, paradise:
MadreSolCabins
Madre Sal is an ecotourism project, working to conserve the land and provide a safe, isolated refuge to the turtles that come ashore in the fall to lay eggs.  As now is not turtle season, we found the place utterly empty:
MadreSolLand
Except for our friend, the Red Flag:
MadreSolRedFlag
And many flocks of seagulls flying parallel to the waves in the morning sun:
MadreSolSeaGulls2
We set up camp in the sand, under a palapa (and a clear night sky that graced us with the Milky Way):
MadreSolWindMill
We wandered around the property and had fake mojitos with the sunset and felt like we were a hundred miles away (well, I guess that we were… so, maybe more like a lifetime and a thousand miles) from the beaches of Oaxaca we were lounging at slightly more then 24 hours ago.
MadreSolCampgrounds
I suppose that both the Oaxaca and Chiapas coastlines had their pro’s and con’s.  But, the heat was similar in both.  So, reluctantly (for I love the sound of the ocean waves so much) we put our backpacks on again and continued the journey inland, toward the highlands of Chiapas and away from the sandy horizon line:
MadreSolCabanasHorizon
The next chapter is colder, but just a beautiful!