I arrived in Pochulta about 4 am. From there I needed to catch a taxi to the small beach of Zipolite. I forgot to stop and get cash before leaving the bus station and realized that I would need to make due on about $50 for the next 24 hours.
Zipolite is a beach town, very small, that is overrun with nudists, and no that was not my draw for coming here. It is supposed to be pretty secluded and free from many of the modern conveniences.
The cabby dropped me off at a place that he was tight with. He tried to get a kickback from the owner but they did not have any rooms until noon, so I took my chances and walked down the beach, relaxing as the sun came up.
The above shot is the place where I ended up finding lodging for about $20. Cosmico
It was right on the beach and they had single cabanas and best of all I could drop my stuff off immediately.
The above image is the yoga hotel. People get in touch with their spiritual side here and it seemed to be a mecca for beach nudding.
Below are some more shots of the hotel and my individual cabin
I had heard rumors of a secluded beach about a mile away so I set off on some dirt path into the bush
This is pretty classic for me. I have a beautiful beach right in front of me and I need to go off in search of something potentially better. I got turned around a few times but finally emerged on a peaceful open area
I swam a bit and then promptly fell asleep for 4 hours in the sand. I awoke with not a clue where I was, but shook off the sand and the amnesia and decided to start climbing some of the cliffs.
This is an unfortunate habit of mine that has ended poorly in the past. I was really not planning to climb up a cliff but I ran out of real estate and it takes a lot too force me to go back on my steps. I will not give up ground!
So I was climbing the cliff and before I knew it at an impasse. I looked down and a guy and his dog yelled up at me (the guy, not the dog) that it was "peligroso." Ya, no shit, thanks. I slipped and skidded about 10 ft and fortunately caught myself before going over the edge and killin myself on some rocks. From there I saw an easier way up, but was not without a war wound.
A couple views of what I came up on.
The views were incredible
The dog and guy walked up a hill to meet me and decided to take pity and show me the rest of the way along the cliff back to Zipolite beach
We were climbing through barbed wire, under bushes and finally emerged on a deserted little cove, except of course for a nude guy sitting cross-legged doing some meditation.
I looked up and we had another cliff to climb
After my brush with death I honestly was not interested in getting more than 6 ft off the ground, but he said it was no problem….right. Then I figured, if his dog is gunna do this, then there must be an easier way up. This was until I saw him grabbing the dog by the scruff of the neck and tossing up to subsequent landings
We did make it back. Here is a view of my beach…. I own it.
I walked the beach the other direction and checked out some of the other lodging options
Everything from hammock rentals to cabanas on stilts. I could not shake this nudism junk. I would see a hot girl and then swing my eyes and they was a guy bouncing past me playing soccer or something. It was an immediate buzz kill of sorts. I even saw families all in the nude. Can you imaging being 15 and going on a vacation with your parents where you all were nude. It takes parental embarrassment to a whole new level.
This guy below was one of many that was saying goodbye to the sun the way only a nudist can
I went back to my domicile and caught another quick nap before walking next door to have dinner.
This place was amazing, tables set up on in the sand, torches everywhere. If I was romantic in any fashion this would be the spot to go. I ordered a chicken dish (Pechanga) with a Spinach soufflé in a cream sauce. It might be the best meal I have eaten. Yes, the atmosphere and alcohol helped but it was truly amazing.
I did not have the cash to keep drinking, so I laid in the sand for a bit trying to savor this feeling and imprint it in my mind for a later date. I climbed under my mosquito net and was out rather quickly. Tomorrow was a cab and a bus ride up to the beach town of Escondido for some more fun in the sun. I need it as Michigan's winter was striking with a vengeance before I left.
Until tomorrow,
Darren
Until Tomorrow
Darren
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