All good things come to an end. Yep, the cliche is true. This is more than likely my last post for what has been, as I will eloquently put it, an insanely fucking good trip. (I really need to learn how to emphasize without swear words, but until that day comes I think this phrase will suffice.)
The last five or six, (or seven?) days since my last blog have been pretty similar - the days definitely seem to merge. More surfing, bodysurfing, eating, drinking, reading, music-appreciating, shit-talking and definitely sweating.
Some funny little anecdotes:
At breakfast a few days ago some weird old dude from Canada introduced himself, and then talked at us for what must have been 20 minutes (I shunned him off to Harry and stuck my head into my breakfast - my tolerance for people I don't want to talk to is minimal to say the least.) For those long minutes we were assaulted with hundreds of facts about nothing. Apparently the Andes will be taller than the Himalayas soon. Apparently we wouldn't have the mental capacity to know where or what the Amazon was. THE AMAZON. It's only the coolest place in the world. What 5 year old kid doesn't know piranhas are from the Amazon? Seriously?
That same day, in the afternoon, I noticed a guy getting caught in a rip on the main part of Playa Zicatela. Everyone else seemed a bit too nonchalant. Turns out he really was in trouble and a few minutes later I was halfway out to sea.
"Necesitas nadar a la izquierda. Swim left! Swim left!"
He didn't listen. Eventually Harry got there and we ended up having a little paddle-train back to the beach. Finally got to use my bronze medallion - yeah!
I'm sure there's plenty more but I'm so chilled here I literally can't be bothered to try and remember anymore. Ha.
We drive back to Oaxaca city tomorrow at 10am. Harry leaves the next day. I have a few more days in one of my new favourite cities. Looking forward to a few more Plato Mixtos, some mouthwatering street food and probably a lunch or two with my Mexican family.
I don't really have any idea how to finish this blog. It has been an educational, hilarious, tiring, captivating, delicious, eventful, chilled six weeks in Mexico. Of a few things I am sure:
- Mexican Pipe isn't the best beachbreak in the world; contrary to local opinion.
- Although I more or less understand when someone speaks in Spanish, surf slang is like another whole language altogether.
- Food is a massive part of travel - especially in places where I can afford it!
- Beards aren't that annoying - can't speak for my appearance though.
- Speak in Australian slang and Americans won't understand a thing.
- Mexican music isn't that good.
- I'm coming back to Mexico sooner rather than later...
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