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Published: March 8th 2014
March 6, 2014
Roger would be proud of us. All by ourselves we stood by the highway and caught a bus to San Antonio (about 35 miles southeast of PE) and then a taxi took us the next 8 miles or so into the village of Mazunte and to the beach at San Augustinillo. We lucked out in that the bus was a 16 passenger van with very comfortable seats and a large tv. At first we thought we'd made a big mistake in getting on, but found out it was the same price as the big old "chicken buses."
The San Augustinillo area is where the Gulf of Tehuantetec begins. We began the visit with a strange, but good, breakfast at an open air beach cafe. The coffee came, it was excellent. Ten minutes later Joe's scrambled eggs and chorizo and beans arrived. Joe had finished that when my chocolate milk showed up. Another ten minutes and Joe's freshly squeezed orange juice was on the table. It took ten more minutes to get my little steak and bean taco things. Then five minutes later the fried potatoes Joe ordered to eat with his eggs came. And we were
the only customers there! But it's Mexico and we're at the beach and we had plenty of time, so why not?
San Augustinillo has a gorgeous beach but even the popular swimming areas were still a bit rough for me. Joe had no problem diving into the waves. As expected, we met a few Canadians that were wintering in this small village.
We walked the short way back to Mazunte, another small village and quite charming and checked out a couple of shops. We spent about an hour visiting the Turtle Center there. It was interesting, but those big tortuga's homes are too small. Poor things have to swim in circles all the time.
We took a colectivo full of school kids back to San Antonio where we bought some mangos while waiting for the bus on the highway. We weren't so lucky this time, the bus was big with small seats and totally full so we both had to stand precariously close to the open door for the first five miles. I finally got a seat and Joe stood for another ten miles or so before he sat down. Men here are generally quick to give
up their seats to women.
Back in Puerto, I went for a swim at the pool and then we ate chicken burritos and drank watermelon water at La Olita. The young couple running this place are so friendly and talkative, the food is so good, and it's so close to Dos Palmas that it's becoming our favorite place to eat. Lynn is from Norway and David is from Mexico City and met only a year ago. They are a good team.
The owners of Dos Palmas are here now staying in the upstairs apartment. They live in New Jersey and he is a UPS driver and an avid surfer. He's a nice guy.
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