What happened…

Andrew writes: Crikey it’s hot here. I had all sorts of grandiose plans about going for hikes, and checking out nearby waterfalls and swimming holes, but really we spent the last two days sweating, surfing, and surfing. Somehow the camera stayed in it’s bag the entire time, so we don’t have a lot to show for it. The hospedaje (La Luciernaga / Firefly) where we are staying is one where I found see myself living for an entire winter season, and in fact it is empty now but according to the other occupant, John from Ireland, it was an exciting place to be from January until April. The rooms are large, there is a shared kitchen, and it’s very centrally located. He talked of how the entire group of them would go out to the bars and restaurants a few times a week during the winter, but now of course, all of the establishments are closed. He also mentioned that the temperature the day before we arrived was something like 46C when you added in the humidity index, and he was thinking about leaving now that the weather had gotten so warm.

So we sat outside under the palapa, or in our room, with the powerful floor fan on full-blast at all times, and we read, or played music, or surfed the internet. Then in the evenings, we would make the walk down the road to San Agustinillo and instead of attempting suicide on the main beach, we found a smaller wave for me to practice my craft. After about four hours of practice, I seem to have figured out the timing of when to paddle and kick, and how to use my fins to steer, and how to avoid death when the big waves come crashing into the shore. Amanda even got out on the boogie board for a bit, and had some fun in the white-water. As always, it’s so much fun to be in the water with my best friend. It’s hard for us both to enjoy the beach though and keep an eye on our belongings at the same time, so usually one of us was onshore at all times. Some other friends of ours had their camera and laptop, and shoes stolen from them when they stayed here in Mazunte a few months ago.

So that was Mazunte…definitely a sleepy surf town that I would recommend to any of my friends, way moreso than Puerto Vallarta or Cancun. This is paradise.

Amanda writes: A few days off with our own space was really nice. And while Andrew says he could stay here for any entire season, I’m not convinced. The mosquitos were quite bad which meant hiding in the meshed bed area praying for the fan to find some cool air. Don’t get me wrong, great tranquil place; but a lot of bugs. I don’t like mosquitos.

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