Next stop was Mazunte, probably my favorite town out of all of them. Arriving there with a colectivo and no knowledge of where to stay, I bumped into this sandy hostel owned by an Argentinian couple whom on a whim to leave there jobs down in Argentina and live in Mexico, had bought it blindly 3 months earlier through a website.
La Isla is definitely the “hippy-est” place you could stay at, at least it’s been mine. With around 4 private quarters, I stayed up the ladder; in a large dorm room with old beds aligned one after the other, each with their own holed mosquito nets and raggedy sheets, people listening to my snoring was unavoidable.
It was here that I made actual friends: a shoe designer from Guadalajara escaping her own family, and an Israeli couple who had bought a $10,000 pesos old beat up van, driving it up and down around the coast of Mexico searching for waves. The van functioned as their sleeping chambers too, so whenever they needed a place to park and shower, they would go to somewhere like La Isla, and just pay $50 pesos a night.
With my new friends, while at the beach I almost died getting dragged by the enormous force of what seemed to be tranquil waters. So don’t be fooled, take care of yourself in Mazunte’s beach shall you choose to go, you’ve been warned. Later that day, I tried and fell in love with choripanes, simple Argentinian hot dog-like sandwiches with their special chorizo wrapped in a baguette and sprinkled with chimichurri. Had I been living under a rock? And if you are realizing it, Mazunte is the destination for the Argentinian lifestyle; so if Argentinians is what you are looking for, look no further.
Next day, they took me to the most beautiful, calming place I had ever visited in this country, Punta Cometa, also known as the Sacred Hill. As the southern most point in the Pacific Ocean, it’s only obvious that this is where you get to be witness to the most scenic of all vistas, a sun bleeding down, disappearing into the outermost corner of your eye, melting into the bluest tranquility. I dare say if it’s not better, it is quite the competition to Santorini’s famous post-card-sunset. And if you get hot, you could always climb down the mountain and get into the freezing whirlpool where I almost killed myself, but don’t worry, that is just a normal occurrence in my life. What with my lazy ankle, I sprain it every time I step on something uneven, but I digress.
If and when you ever go down to the Oaxacan coast, this spot should be your only “must”.
Where to stay: Posada El Arquitecto $$$ / La Isla $
Where to eat: La Choripaneria / Estrella Fugaz / Bar Cometa / La Empanada
Places to visit: Punta Cometa / Playa Mermejita
TO BE CONTINUED….