Here I sit, in the Peace House in Oaxca City. Yup, that's right, Kadd and I shuffled on down the bunny trail. And we are both very exhausted at this point. (Hey, how many nights can one spend sleeping on bus, and still have a refreshed demeanor?)
Last night we indeed hopped onto a bus and pulled in here at the wee crack of dawn. However, our last few moments in Ole Puerto Escondido were not without adventure. In the near distance from the beach by our hostel, one could see an enormous raise of rocks, with a large stone lighthouse on top. Needless to say, we were determined to conquer this natural monument before the big goodbye. Kadd asked how we could get there, and we were assured that it was a mere half hour trot down the paved road......Which is surely true, in some reality, but not this one. We ended up leaving the paved road, which actually turned into this very odd, rustic, surfer-tourist enclave replete with little straw hut hotel, restaurant, and surf shop. However, past this was the beach, which lead straight to a vertical climb of massive, wet, rocks....Not so much was this the path we intended to tread. So, after many many many wrong turns and two encounters with the same very unleashed, very angry guard dog (fun city), we found ourselves confronted by another dirt dead end, this one surrounded by barbedwire. However, there was also a small native woman in her bra, who was more than happy to tell us about a path that led AROUND all of the private property and down to the beach. Even this we did not initially trust since it took for EVAR. However in the end we were in fact, led down to the beach once more. An area of the beach roughly the same distance from where we wanted to be on the OTHER side from where we started. So, after some fun sand high jinx, we walked down the beach BACK to the large vertical, wet, climb of rocks again. We eventually found a place safe enough to begin the climb, and up we went like little mountain squirrels. We were met at the top with two things: one, being huge thorn bushes and two, some very wealthy person's backyard. Between a maybe less than lucky climb back down, reenacting some of christ's wounds, and going bandit style, we chose stealthy trespassing. Now Kadd SWEARS that he saw guards at several points (I don't need to tell you how alot of the economies work around here), and we decided that, if caught, we would play the idiot gringo card. Fortunately, this never came up. Which was AMAZING considering that the ENTIRE trip took place between a steep, thorny, rocky cliff, and the very near doorsteps, of the very private property, of the very questionably wealthy people of the area. At last we reached the precipice, and stared down at the conquered lands atop the actually, not very large stone lighthouse. We eventually found a way down very close by, and trotted along the beach back "home" just in time to take off for our bus. Stupidity paid off in the end however, and here's the proof:
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