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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, August 29, 2015

Garbage pickup, dogs and other joys of PV Step 9 to buying a condo in Puerto Vallarta: closing costs? What closing costs? - See more at: http://mexiconewsdaily.com/opinion/garbage-pickup-dogs-and-other-joys-of-pv/?utm_source=Mexico+News+Daily&utm_campaign=3bd29bfaba-August+29&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_f1536a3787-3bd29bfaba-348153685#sthash.X3UpSSpF.dpuf


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Opinion

Garbage pickup, dogs and other joys of PV

Step 9 to buying a condo in Puerto Vallarta: closing costs? What closing costs?

 
Before I continue with our misadventures of buying a condo in Mexico circa 2011, I would like to pause to give you some of my thoughts on the little tourist town of Puerto Vallarta that my wife and I have come to love.
Recently, we flung open the door to be met by what can only be described as a group of beautiful young people, all smiling up at us optimistically with flashing eyes.You have to admire a place with a handy downtown tourist bureau in which no one speaks English!
“I wonder,” I said, “if you could tell us how tall the mountain is behind Puerto Vallarta, and does it have easy access?”
A collective melancholy filled the large room as if an ancient priest had just heard a question from his flock of parishioners about God allowing a drought in the village. It was unanswerable. Many of the beautiful young people surrounding us went back to their desks, while others wandered sadly from the room. One gave us a zip-line pamphlet before going to the washroom nearby.
We came to learn over the next few weeks that unless there is a “gringo” volunteer sitting by the first desk as you go in, you stand no chance of getting help, unless of course you want to throw yourself about a forest on a zip-line.
It is the same with the so-called “tourist police,” those happy people dressed all in white who fly about the Malecon on new Segways, those freestanding personal vehicles you see in malls back home. Approach one of them and it is a signal that will bring dozens of their kind.
You are now in for a delightful 20 minutes, surrounded by these concerned but unilingual men and women. After shaking hands and expressing many thanks and smiles, you leave the dispersing crowd of white-clad police no further ahead, but somehow pleased by it all.
It takes a while before you realize you just need to dump your refuse at a nearby street corner where everyone else does, and somehow the truck will stop and clean it up. Also, when the trucks arrive the noise they make will often serve to remind households to bring out their refuse, but slowly and only after the trucks have gone, thus keeping the streets strewn with green bags until the next official garbage day.Garbage remains one of the great mysteries of PV. I don’t know how it works but I am told there is a system. In the Centro district where our condo is trash pickup days are Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. But if there is a holiday, not to mention Christmas and New Year, all bets are off as to when the trucks will be seen again.
You never know what time of day they will appear. Two weeks ago there were no trucks and when I asked why not, I was told that they had not been paid, so were not coming. That seems fair.
Then there are the dogs. When friends of mine or business partners phone me here in Mexico, they often think I am in a dog pound of some sort. “Chris, can you walk down the street and get away from those barking animals?” they say. I am, of course, many floors above the streets in our condo, but it sounds on the phone as if the canines are in the living room.
I have long ago accepted the white noise of living here, the barking of dogs. Strangely, the continuous noise is not from what seems like the thousands of street dogs you see every day, but the household pets yapping from balconies.
For instance, a woman down the road has five small dogs, which is by no means unusual. They bark all day and night and no one appears to notice or mind, except the outsiders such as ourselves. And now after almost four years we notice less and less, but should you telephone me, prepare to shout over all the canine yelling.
And now back to the story.
I was phoned in late August 2011 by Juan our contractor, who nervously explained that the first group of workers on our palapa had quit because it was too hard to carry everything up with no elevator. However, a new bunch from further inland had been found who would virtually live on the terrace while completing the promised job.
What could I say but that we were pleased it was still going to happen and for no extra money. Juan was strangely quiet.
In early September my wife Michelle and I flew back down from Victoria, Canada, full of optimism, to see how things were going. We met Juan and Eddy the Realtor on the terrace of our new condo, and there was the magnificent palapa as promised. Juan proudly pointed out that it had been put up in the old way, with no rebar or plastic undercover and at the original price.
My wife and I could both see the rebar and plastic undercover but said nothing as we were at a loss for words. It still looked great and the price had not risen, so it seemed almost petty to spoil Juan’s moment. I smiled stupidly.
Eddy the Realtor took me aside to ask me if we were happy. I nodded but felt something was coming.
Eddy said, “I have finally figured out what your closing costs will be for this place.”
You could have tortured me and I would not have known what he was talking about, but alarm bells were going off behind my fast blinking eyes.
“Er . . . what closing costs?” I ventured hopefully.
“You know, that is how the government here gets paid when you buy an apartment.”
That was the first I had heard of it. I could see by Eddy’s face he knew that, but was trying to bluff that he had told me before. Well, if he had, I had not realized what he meant. I decided to be brave and get it over with: “OK, how much?”
Eddy cleared his throat as my worried wife took my hand: “$18,000,” he said. “U.S.,” he clarified.
“How much?” I shouted, clutching my chest. It was if someone had opened a blast furnace very close to me. Michelle took my wrist and started counting.
I yearned to fall down and die. The tombstone would read: “Here lies Christopher Dalton. Mexico killed him.”
Next column : More of the same
The writer lives under a palapa in Puerto Vallarta.
© Christopher Dalton 2015
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Dead whale shows no signs of injury It was dead for three days before washing up on a Chiapas beach

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Dead whale shows no signs of injury

It was dead for three days before washing up on a Chiapas beach


An 11-meter-long humpback whale that washed up on a beach in Chiapas this week showed no signs of injury, say officials from La Encrucijada biosphere reserve.
It was determined that the whale had been dead some three days before it washed ashore at Boca Barra del Castaño in the municipality of Mapastepec.

Officials said there was no health risk to the public because the nearest population center is four kilometers away.The National Protected Areas Commission (Conanp) said further analysis would be carried out, although the body will remain where it is due to the beach’s inaccessibility to heavy machinery.
After the whale’s body has decomposed a part of its skeleton will be preserved for environmental education and collecting biological data.
Officials estimated the whale’s weight at 12 tonnes. It is the second whale found on a Chiapas beach in less than a year. Another was found in December in the municipality of Tonalá.
Source: Notimex (sp)
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Thursday, August 27, 2015

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Family Welcome Trip! || Puerto Escondido / Zicatela / Zipolite & Punta Cometa Discover Events Happening in Your City We bring the first trip haremos..¿A where we go? We will go to the beaches of Puerto Escondido Zicatela Zipolite and see the sunset on.






Family Welcome Trip! || Puerto Escondido / Zicatela / Zipolite & Punta Cometa
We bring the first trip haremos..¿A where we go? We will go to the beaches of Puerto Escondido ZicatelaZipolite and see the sunset on.



EVENT DETAILS 

FAMILY WELCOME TRIP! || PUERTO ESCONDIDO / ZICATELA / ZIPOLITE & PUNTA COMETA


Chic@s...
Les traemos el primer viaje que haremos..

¿A dónde iremos?

Nos iremos a las playas de Puerto Escondido, Zicatela, Zipolite y veremos el atardecer en Punta Cometa.


≈ Puerto Escondido, ciudad y puerto mexicano del estado de Oaxaca, lugar visitado todas las temporadas del año.

≈ Zicatela, Zicatela significa "lugar de espinas grandes", y la playa tiene una longitud de 3 km. Su belleza cautiva a los visitantes, especialmente a los que practican el surfing en Puerto Escondido, ya que se considera la tercera playa a nivel mundial para la práctica de este deporte, según la altura de las olas. A nivel nacional ocupa el PRIMER lugar.

≈ Punta Cometa, El extremo oeste de la playa de Mazunte es bordeado por Punta Cometa, que es una pequeña península o montaña que sobresale de la costa. Punta Cometa es también conocida como “Cerro Sagrado”. Es el punto más meridional del estado de Oaxaca y un importante lugar de paso para las aves migratorias y mamíferos marinos, como las ballenas. Hay también una pequeña playa virgen llamada Mermejita en el lado oeste.4

≈ Zipolite. Es la más famosa playa nudista de México. Cuenta con una población aproximada de 1000 personas, aunque esta cifra es más alta debido al turismo tanto interno como externo. La playa, igual que el pueblo, se llama "Zipolite", hay muchas versiones sobre el origen del nombre y la más fuerte es que en zapoteco significa "playa de los muertos". El nombre se debe a la leyenda que dice que los zapotecas enterraban aquí a sus muertos, trayéndolos desde decenas e incluso cientos de kilómetros de distancia. Lo mejor es nadar donde los salvavidas voluntarios hacen guardia y como medida de precaución han colocado banderines de colores.


¿Cuándo?

Del jueves 27 de agosto al domingo 30 de agosto


Incluye:
>> Transporte Viaje Redondo de lujo
>> Hospedaje 2 noches en Hotel en Zipolite y Puerto E.
>> Traslados a Zicatela, Zipolite y Punta Cometa
>> Fiesta en la playa
>> No cover club en Zicatela

Hay actividades opcionales que puedes realizar (a costo de cada quien)
- Liberación de tortugas
- Avistamiento de delfines



Costo:
$1900 pesos (€95 euros)

Este es un viaje para los chicos de las casas, si sus amigos quieren venir son bienvenidos.

--Limited availability--
Preference to Sí Señor Houses

LEGITIMATE By Mr Chris 58m



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A Guide to Mexican Street Speak by PinPoint Spanish

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A Guide to Mexican Street Speak

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Spanish offers a potpourri of different terms to describe paths, streets, roads, and highways, some of which provide practical assistance to the traveler and others which provide opportunities for flexibility in use of the language.
The most common term seen and used in Mexico is “calle” – street – with calle principal indicating a main route, usually crossing or connecting smaller streets adjacent. The fancier avenida, or avenue, and even bulevar may also be employed when the need for distinction arises.
Camino, the equivalent of ‘road’ or ‘way’ in English, is less commonly seen and used in Mexico, and is a word that can also serve to describe a person’s journey: va en camino, he’s on his way—or distinctly, va por su caminowhich translates to ‘he’s making his own way (in life)’.
Callejón indicates a narrow road or alley, and retorno stipulates a dead-end or cul-de-sac, with the Spanish in this case more practical in letting the wanderer know there’s no point going there without a specific reason.  Related toretorno is cerrada, which is oftentimes used to describe a private road with a dead-end; privada might also be used in this context.
Seaside resorts, and the roads or highways connecting them, have theircosteras, or coast roads. These describe streets or roads which can vary in size and importance, but which invariably run along the seafront. Inside coastal towns alongside some costeras you may find el malecón—a pedestrian boardwalk or esplanade facing the waterfront, some of which might also include a lane for pedal-bikers, and those using skates and skateboards.
Moving onto main trunk roads, there are two ways of referring to a highway: carretera and autopista.  Carretera is akin to the U.S. freeway and most often refers to the federally-funded interstate roads which connect main towns and cities, but may also refer to a primary trunk road around a town or city. These are usually not tolled, although sometimes a tranche of carretera might be.  Autopista is a word reserved to describe tolled interstate highways in Mexico—some of which run alongside, or nearby, carreteras federales.
Some other terms you may encounter in road parlance here include lateral,which refers to a parallel side road that may be situated alongside any main urban road, carretera or autopista, and separated by a camellón—a central reservation/median strip.  Libramientos, which can sometimes be part of acarretera, refer to ‘relief roads’, built specifically to route passing traffic away from a town or city center. Periferico refers to a ring road around a town, city or place.
For those traveling on foot: footpaths, nature trails, and ancient pathways are commonly described as senderos, whereas formal pedestrian walkways, or shopping streets closed to traffic, are referred to as a paseo peatonal.
Paseo means a walk or a drive, and pasear means to go for a walk, or a ride, or a drive. The word pasear is somewhat more versatile than what the average dictionary can accommodate: it can also mean go out with no particular purpose or plan, maybe hang out at the mall, grab a coffee, browse the stores, watch a movie, or just wander about. It’s also used as a term to mean going away, being away, or having been away on vacation—(voy) estoy/estuve de paseo (a)en Los Cabos.