Day 43 - Hippie Town Mazunte
A day to unwind, catch up, and do nothing.
After Nick and I decided that we wanted to stay in Puerto, we realized that our lease would not start for 3 days. We had no hotels booked, and no where to stay, so we thought it would be fun to check out the southern beach towns of Oaxaca. Besides, we needed some celebration time for finding such a sweet place to land, after such a long trip. Since we were totally stoked on our first AirBnB experience with Angie, I decided to book a room in each town along the way down the coast.
Our first stop was going to be Mazunte; a place recommended to us by the locals, because it was supposed to be super mellow and beautiful. We decided to take minimal stuff this time, only taking our backpacks, as this trip would require a lot of walking. We were also warned that we'd have to take some collectivos as transportation, which were essentially pickup trucks with a canvas cover over the bed; not the best thing to be lugging around heavy bags in. Angie said that it was cool if we left our stuff at her place, so it worked out perfectly. Our biggest mistake was trying to figure out how much money to bring; since I had already paid for the rooms, we only brought a little bit of cash and our card. Later, this would turn out to be a huge miscalculation, and a big pain in the ass!
We set out on foot, early in the morning, walking down the streets of Puerto, trying to find the collectivo pickup spot. We had never been on one, nor did we know where they were. Eventually we heard a guy on a corner shouting "Mazunte", and a couple of other cities. We noticed that he was directing people towards a small bus, and we decided that this was way better than riding in the back of a truck. So, we paid him $3 each, got on, and hoped we'd find our way there.
Since we had been lost trying to find our way before, we were super careful of not letting that happen again; I took pictures on the iPad of the addresses from AirBnB, the step by step directions, the overview of the route, etc...etc. It was because of this, that I knew the bus was not going to us drop off, all the way into Mazunte; it had been traveling along the hwy, and the the road to the town split off toward the coast. I had no idea where to get off, or what we were going to do when we got there. Luckily, the bus driver stopped at our appropriate destination, and told us that we needed to get off.
We were dropped off in the middle of an empty highway, with only a few little small shacks, and an Oxxo convenient store. Nick asked around for rides from taxis, and they all shunned us off; none of them were heading in our direction. The only option left was go on foot, so we grabbed some hydration and started walking.
It didn't take long before we heard a honk, coming from behind us; to our surprise, it was the long awaited collectivo we'd heard so much about. We were totally stoked to be saved from the heat, and jumped in the back without question. It was, quite honestly, the funniest thing we'd been in so far. However, from that moment on, we started our long lasting relationship with the collectivos.
Nick and I finally arrived at Mazunte, and were greeted by dreaded hippies, and European expats walking along the roads. It seemed simple, quaint, and very safe; Nick joked that the town seemed like it was meant for beading and braiding hair. We were eagerly pointed in the way of our hostel, by a French girl selling bread in the street, as she told us to walk down to the beach, and turn right. It seemed simple enough, but when we arrived to the sand, there were no roads at all. We started walking along the beach, and eventually found our hostel, which was located right on the beach.
The hostel was very simple, and had an amazing view, as it was only steps away from the water. For most of the day, we played in the calm ocean cove, and Nick tried to teach me how to body surf; it was a concept that I could not grasp for the life of me. We also swam our butts off, and shared a small piece of snorkel gear to see some fish below. It seemed as though, the only thing to do there, was to hang out in the ocean or lay in a hammock. It was pretty romantic, simplicity at its best.
I guess that's why we Nick and I started talking about our future while we were there. Mazunte gave us a chance to clear our minds, and focus on each-other for a day. We went over the possibilities of when we'd have kids, what parents we'd be like, and what challenges we would face. Some of it brought up some uncomfortable issues for me, as I am a lot more scared of having children than Nick is; my childhood was not so stable, so it's hard for me to know how to correctly raise a human being. I voiced all of my phobias to him though, and he was very positive with had a great understanding to where I was coming from. I think that we came to some really great conclusions that day, because we both decided when we'd want to start our long awaited family.