Sal!

It's amazing what a little salt can do to make things better...add it to peanuts, lick it before tequila or add it to water. I am referring to the latter. Two days ago was my first time in the ocean for more or less six weeks. It was also my first surf in eight since I messed up my ankle in an unfortunate incident with concrete and a piece of wood with four wheels attached. For me, now, I am certain that nothing "heals" (for want of a better word) than a good old swim (or surf) in the ocean.

After a humorous trip through the mountains - we left Oaxaca with 4 people and arrived in Puerto Escondido with 17 or 18 - Haz and I indulged in the wonders of the sea. We've spent the last 3 days going back and forth between the beach, the hostel, the market and the main street. Finally, after 5 weeks in Mexico I've discovered what Hugo was talking about - "dude, nothing beats fish tacos."

I can (now) safely say I tentatively agree (maybe Plato Mixto from Alvaro's in Ciudad de Oaxaca trumps though).

Only 2 hours ago, just before my first encounter with fish tacos I watched in awe as two women prepared my fresh mango and orange juice. Two bucks for a litre of fresh juice. Something is wrong with Australia. Shortly after, I ate a giant the aforementioned fillet of fish with avocado, tomato and lime in tacos for $3.50. Again, something is wrong with Australia

¿Cuantos?
Veinticinco pesos
¿Como?
Veinticinco
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For the first time in my travels of the last few years, I haven't felt the need to move. Harry and I have been contented with reading, swimming (at least) 4 times a day, eating delicious food and, of course, talking shit.

For those who are wondering about Puerto - Harry and I decided it was Mexican Byron Bay.  Which was ironic because not three seconds after I said that I spotted a guy walking down the main street of PE with the stereotypical Byron-Bay-Kombi-T-shirt. So basically, to sum up, Puerto is a cheaper, better, cooler, hotter Byron?