“Get busy living or get busy dying,” one of our favorite quotes from Andy, the main character in the movie, “Shawshank Redemption.” Andy made his dreams come true by escaping to Zihuatanejo, Mexico.
Mare and I sit on the beach in this laid-back fishing village with only one regret…we must leave tomorrow for an 18-hour bus ride to Puerto Escondido (Hidden Port). Our recent week-end in Puerto Penasco, (Rocky Point) wets our appetite to re-visit deeper Mexico, you know, down where you hear hardly any English.
“Zihua” relaxes our being. We sit on the beach under a palapa, near fishermen selling their catch and repairing nets. Boats bob in the bay. Our $30 per night cement room offers a clean sheet on a firm mattress. Who needs hot water or a mirror? As soon as the late night music from town ends, the roosters start to crow as if trying to mimic the lyrics of the evening.
Etanilado Valduonos Olea, manager of “Hotel R3 Marias Noria,” spends much of the morning arranging our bus tickets. He ends up driving us to the bus station to purchase tickets to Alcapulco, the first leg of tomorrow’s journey. He won’t accept any money for his efforts. “I just like to help, that’s all.” He explains that hotels are trying to survive a 50% occupancy rate in this small village, next to the larger resort destination of Ixtapa.
Mare and I meander from the beach to town, where we munch on some street tacos and stumble upon a community of white, winter visitors. Many of them sit on street corners sharing quarts of Corona. Mare asks a man, who looks like my reflection (Bald with a goatee), where to find an ATM.
“Ah, Americans,” he responds. “You’re the first ones I’ve seen in a while. Most of them quit coming and us Canadians took over.
Zihuatanejo derives its name from the Nahuatl Indian word “Zihuatlan,” which means “Place of women.” Spaniards later added the suffix “ejo” which means small. Perhaps if they saw the place today, they might rename it, “Gringos Gordos.”
This last evening in town, we treat ourselves to “Lety’s,” the restaurant next to our hotel. Lety is our hotel manager’s sister. (Across the street, his mother serves daily breakfast to a loyal following of fishermen) Lety shows us an article from the Wall Street Journal travel section that praises her place. “This makes me feel important,” she proudly says. Mare and I don’t feel that fresh shrimp need the help of coconut and sour cream, but Lety’s signature dish of Coconut Shrimp tastes spectacular.
On a bus in the morning we wind along the coast until reaching Alcapulco 4-hours later. While waiting 5-hours for the bus to Puerto Escondido, our eyes burn from exhaust fumes held captive by the humidity, and we dine on grilled chicken from a roadside stand. After an 8-hour bus ride, during which we munch on unrecognizable morsels at the various stops, we arrive at the Hidden Port. It’s one o’clock in the morning…time to get busy living.
I can’t believe I’ve still never been to Mexico! Reading this makes me want to go all the more… stay busy living!
Get it on the list, Jay. I want to come visit you in Poland! Ron
Very nice article about my favorite destination in Mexico. I’m planning my 2d trip (this year!) to Zihuatanejo in March for Spring Break. Love the laid back, “not a care in the world” feeling to the place. Also, enjoy the food, the people and the great beaches. I especially like Playa Larga and Playa Blanca where you can walk for miles and hardly see a soul…just you and the ocean waves lapping at your feet. Been to Puerto Escondido. Didn’t really like it. OTH, I did enjoy Puerto Angel and Zipolite, a little further south down HWY 200.
Thank you, Jazzman8. Spring break is right around the corner. Yes, we hung out at the nude beach in Zipolite about 10 years ago…so many beaches and so little time! I love watching the surfers down here….astounded at how they keep getting up after the waves pound them.
Ah, I’m busy living in my basement office editing reports about contaminated river sediments, whoo hoo! However, I did drive to the store today to buy some ink for my printer, double whoo hoo! Love living the Mexican beach life vicariously, though, through these entertaining posts. I’ve done about four trips to Latin/Central America, taking local buses, etc. but it has been too long. Maybe next winter. Hasta la vista babies!
Hey Jill, those ink runs can get pretty wild sometimes, especially if you buy some pens. Gotta pay those bills, though…I hope that you can come out of hibernation by spring!
Have you ever been in the Eastern part of Michoacan? I really want to go there. Have heard both good and bad. It is, supposedly, the home of La Familia. The people that say good things are all realtors and such that would potentially make money from my travels.
Where I want to go to is on the North shore of Lake Patzcuaro.
Steven H. Brother to your renter.
Hey, Steve. No, we havan’t make it there. Mainly did most of the coast on both sides and Yucatan, but exploring the interior is on the list!
Zihuatanejo was packed when we were there – almost all Canadians though. The only Americans we met were two couples and a ten-year-old boy travelling together from Tacoma. We decided that it had to do with all the inexpensive direct flights from Canadian cities – this trip we flew four and a half hours to Puerto Vallarta ($300 Cdn) and 6 hours back from Huatulco ($350 Cdn). Any Americans (other than those from Tacoma who flew from Vancouver) tended to drive across the border and that’s a scary place…