Posts Tagged ‘Oaxaca’

Playa Zipolite: A Fabulous Beach Paradise for Nudists and Other People

March 24th, 2011

Playa Zipolite is a tiny lazy beach town, off the beaten path, with enough cafés, convenience stores, restaurants, bars, and lodging to be hospitable to travelers. It is also Mexico’s only officially sanctioned nude beach, though I hadn’t heard that in advance (and didn’t even really notice it until I had been on the beach for a couple of hours). One doesn’t stumble across Zipolite; one has to intend to get there. I had heard some good things about Zipolite from a guy I’d met in Puerto Escondido, and after making a day trip to check it out, decided to come back and set up camp for a little while.

The vibe of the town is both very local and very international bohemian. No one wears anything more complicated than sarongs, swimsuits and shorts (if they’re wearing anything at all); in fact, it’s almost a hassle to put flip-flops on. The nude beach aspect is very secondary to the character of the town. Only about 10 to 20 percent of the people on the beach are fully nude; there are topless women as well. So, whatever you care to wear or not wear is fine with everyone. Most services are available (internet, laundry) but there are no ATMs here … that is a short colectivo or taxi ride to neighboring Puerto Angel.

The nearby rehab center and school for the disabled, Piña Palmera, is a big part of the town, and you see more than the average number of people on wheelchairs. In fact, I am sitting at a waterfront cafe watching a guy who arrived at the beach in a wheelchair with boogie board in tow …he’s out there now boogie boarding with a surfer buddy of his.

Zipolite has a number of ex-pats … the woman who turned me on to my hotel, for instance, is from California and runs a great café. I think the people who own the local cinema are also ex-pats. I heard you can smoke a joint there while watching a movie (from someone who would definitely know) but can’t confirm that firsthand. But, it’s mostly a local town. English is spoken here … quite well by the high-end resorts, like Nude, and many locals have some knowledge of English. However, a few Spanish words and phrases will get you far in the locals’ estimation.

It’s my third day here, and I like it enough that I just paid for Internet access for a month, which is how I am able to update this blog from a lovely vantage point on the sand. All the beach chairs and hammocks along the waterline are so inviting at any time of the day or early evening, and I have to force myself now to sit at a table … it’s hard to be productive in paradise.

Here is a quick video I made in which I discover Playa Zipolite, gawk at frisbee-playing dudes and realize that HEY Zipolite is a nude beach:

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To get to Zipolite from Puerto Escondido (all prices mentioned are as of March 2011) :

Take either a local bus (drop-off is the triangular bus stop diagonally across from the ADO bus station in downtown Puerto Escondido) or a luxury bus (at the ADO station). Local was 23 pesos and I didn’t bother looking into luxury prices because the local buses are fine. You could also rent a private taxi, though I didn’t look into that either. Ask the bus driver to alert you when you get to the Zipolite drop-off.

The drop-off is at a corner of the highway with an OXXO convenience store. Across the street from OXXO is a stand for private taxis, which will charge from 70-120 pesos to get to Zipolite, depending on how good your negotiating skills are. About a hundred paces down the road, at the rear of the convenience store, is the stop for a colectivo, a covered pickup truck/ public bus that charges 10 pesos to get to Zipolite, the last stop on the route. It is about a 20-30 minute ride.

If you take a colectivo, you will be dropped off in front of the Piña Palmera rehab center and school for the disabled. It is a five-minute walk down this street to the beach and town center.

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Puerto Escondido — ¡Carnaval!

March 21st, 2011

I spent most of Saturday on the beach in a little town called Mazunte about an hour south of Puerto Escondido. When I returned in the evening, “Supermoon” was out in full force and I grabbed my camera and headed out to the beaches to see if I could get some decent night shots. To my surprise, downtown was full of lights and music and color and people — turns out Puerto Escondido was celebrating its Carnaval de la Costa.

I am a bit bummed that I missed the beginning of the party, as described by the Oaxaca Secretary of Tourism web site: “The fiesta starts with the ‘Burning of the Bad Mood,’ symbolizing the disappearance of all negative feelings to give way to boundless joy and good humor.” Who doesn’t love a therapeutic reason to burn things? But, I did catch a few minutes of the parade, the pumping music and the chicks on the floats absolutely working it.

¡Viva Carnaval!

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Some Awesome Things About Oaxaca (Mostly Involving Food)

March 18th, 2011

The first and most obvious awesome thing about Oaxaca is, obviously, its name. First there is the spelling. This word brazenly opens with double vowels and then — BAM! an X! — followed by another vowel! You don’t get to a normal consonant until the third syllable. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is nomenclature that brings all the wordsmiths to the yard.

Wah Hah Cah. WaHokka. WHA-HOCK-A

As if that were not enough, let us consider the pronunciation: wah-ha-ca. Wa ha ca. WAHACKA. Close enough to “wacky” or the Pac-Man/ Fozzie Bear sound wocka wocka wocka to suggest that zany, madcap stuff is happening here all the time.

.. but sometimes it is!

Fabulous name aside, let us move on to the actual things about Oaxaca that are great. This region of Mexico is known for its food, and I have quickly become a huge fan of two of its best known food products: Oaxaca farmers’ cheese, and molé.

Oaxaca farmer’s cheese is a staple food item: a humble, yet delicious semi-soft cows’ milk cheese similar to mozzarella. It melts like a dream and has a light, buttery, pleasingly salty taste. When grated, it takes on an airy, fluffy texture that is reminiscent of a mild feta. One of the cheapest (yet incredibly satisfying) items on any menu is a plain quesadilla with just two ingredients: long, stretchy strings of melted Oaxaca cheese folded into a fire-toasted tortilla. No spices, oils, condiments, or anything else to muck it up.

Enchiladas verde and Oaxaca cheese.

Cheese enchilada with scrambled eggs, tomato sauce and shredded Oaxaca cheese

Then there’s molé, a broad name for any number of regional sauces that use various chili peppers and, often, chocolate. Every restaurant has its own versions of molé, and the ones I have sampled in Oaxaca, especially the chocolate versions, are a bit more smoky than those I’ve tried before. In some instances the smokiness takes on a slightly burnt-chocolate flavor. At first taste I found this to be strong, bordering on off-putting, but by the time I was a third of the way through the meal I had become a total convert. Hereafter, I’m going to be disappointed if I don’t get that bit of burnt-smokiness in a molé dish.

Chicken enchiladas with molé and, hello again, delicious cheese.

I’ve grown to love the super spicy salsas that are standard features on every restaurant table. As a precursor to a meal, the diner is presented with a basket of bread rolls with one or more types of pepper salsa as the only accompaniment. Some Westernized restaurants include butter as a concession, but most come with nothing more than bowls of salsa, made from lava-hot insanity peppers that strike fear into the taste buds of the most die-hard fans of culinary heat. But, a dollop of salsa on the bread is the perfect way to appreciate the nuances of the pepper flavors. The bread cuts the sting of the spice just enough to let the palate open up to all the peppery tastes without actually blistering your mouth. Once again, I’m a convert.

Do not let the innocent appearance of this salsa fool you. The spice content in this little bowl could ruin lives.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the ingredients: everything in this region is so fresh and tasty, and as a result, people keep recipes very simple and let the ingredients speak for themselves. Tacos are not the crunchy, overstuffed affairs you find in Mexican restaurants outside Mexico …here, you get a warm rolled-up tortilla with sauced-up meats on the inside. Piled high on the tacos (or placed on the side) are the veggies, cheese and creamy black beans.

A perfect plate of chicken tacos.

Let’s move on to some non-food items: I love the plazas that are scattered throughout the city of Oaxaca. These central town squares are lively, pretty, interesting, and fun, and ideal for people watching.

Plaza de la Constitución, or "El Zócalo." Another great word. ZOH CA LOH.

Political protests in the plaza.

Oaxaca de Juárez is a very old city that has preserved a lot of its indigenous structures as well as colonial-era architecture. There are amazing cathedrals and churches all over the city, each one older and grander than the next.

Just another old, spectacular church in the city center.

Just another old, spectacular church in Oaxaca.

I love the double bell tower on this one.

Okay, this one is not native to Oaxaca, but you can drink Duff Beer here! Yes, the favorite brew of Homer Simpson can be found all over Mexico and other parts of the world. Oaxaca happens to be the first place I saw it. The creators of The Simpsons might not be on board with this — in fact, they sued a similar enterprise in Australia — so I don’t know how much longer we’re going to be able to enjoy the beer “brewed from hops, barley, and sparkling clear mountain goat.” So I should enjoy it while I can, no?

Are you ready to get DUFFED?

I guess that last one was technically a food item. Next post, I’ll pry myself away from the tasty goodies and move onto some sights and sounds, I swear.

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