We left Oaxaca to catch the bus down to a little village on the coast called Mazunte. After an interesting 6 hour bus journey up and down a mountain range with bald tyres and a driver who seemed to think that braking was an insult to his machismo despite the torrential rain (with our bags strapped on the roof!) we finally arrived at the beach. There were just a few places to stay, mainly hammocks or rooms with one double bed, and so we took the first place that we could find with two beds...despite the fact that it looked like a prison cell and was so hot that any movement meant that you were dripping in sweat. Nice. We wandered around for a bit and found a much better place overlooking the beach that was
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