A roadtrip to Nirvana

A roadtrip to Nirvana

Have been surfing in the pouring rain for hours today. Steven is out riding waves right now. We finally arrived in La Punta/North Puerto Escondido two days ago. How we got here is quite a tale.

And quite an explanatory one, so if it should be too much just enjoy the pictures;-)

The following day I uploaded the last blog, the Entourage set off south to explore more waves along the mesmerizing Pacific coast of Mexico Mainland. After a five hour drive with our dear Rofonso – our VW Beetle – we arrived at a cute, little village called „Tenexpa“, which lies about one and a half hours north of Acapulco. Getting to the beach itself resulted in quite a mission, as we had to leave the car at a lagoon and took a boat over to the sandy realms of Playa Tenexpa. As soon as the first member of the Entourage had set his foot on that beach, all of us knew we were in paradise. Not like “surfing paradise” or “party paradise”, no it was all that “girlie paradise”, with all the white sand, the palm trees and nothing more than some wooden huts randomly spread along the endless sandy strip, where ocean and earth greet and hug each other affectionately, day to day.

After setting up our hammocks, I decided to go for some skinny dipping down the way, as I saw some European dudes digging in the sand. Seriously?! I went over to say Hallo, still wondering where the heck those guys had appeared from and why they were digging wholes in our little piece of “girlie paradise”. Volunteers from all over the world. Ah, here to rescue turtles. Nice, I studied that stuff in university for three years. Wow, you guys should come along tonight! So, we did, but sleep took over before we even had the chance to get seriously involved in a proper night-search-turtle-hunter-detecting-team. Thumbs up though! These guys managed to rescue more than 500.00 turtles in 14 years, necessary because – besides natural hazards – turtles and especially turtles eggs still count to that group of “believed” natural aphrodisiacs, which brainless people tend to consume illegally even though this fascinating species is priority one on the red list of nearly extinguished animals. The volunteers collect the eggs, which the mother turtles lay at night and rearrange those eggs in more suitable holes that the guys and girls dig all day in the merciless heat.

Next up was our “passage” through the bustling city of Acapulco. We've had heard horror stories about that place, mostly including corrupt, cocaine consuming, wiedro cops, who try to make your life just a little harder. But not with us! We are utmost experienced travelers with awesome skills of observations and negotiation! So, we thought... . Of course, I had to happen that two police men found our surfboards on Ronfonso's top convincing enough to pulls us over in order to give us a shit time by explaining us that we didn't “respectado” something, we clearly did not not respectado. Anyways, the two of them took quite an amount of money off us. The other choice would have been to come back to the police station the next day. As if... we were more than happy to leave Acapulco the fastest our car would carry. On our further travels, we found out that the same exact thing happened on the same exact spot to four other traveling parties that same exact day...

But our race out of town must have over exhausted Rofonso beyond all limits, as he decided to break down at the city center of a small, random town called Maquelia. That “one by two streets” place became our home for the next 4 and a half days. The clutch is broken, no the transmission oil needs to be filled up, no its the transmission itself is pulverized and so on... No waves, but a lot of waiting and praying in the heat of Maquelia's sun-exposed streets, hoping that we could somehow take off sooner or later. We even considered to leave Rofonso behind, because our minds were just too tired with all that annoying mechanics nonsense. We didn't and after a very emotional time – and a lot of love/hate - between Salvador, our mechanic, and me, we were extraordinarily surprised to see Rofonso – all smooth running – again. 125 Euros changed pockets (4 days of mechanics work/ about 25 hours I saw him working on the car and a new/old transmission included) and we were back on the road to arrive in Puerto Escondidio soon. To make the whole entry a littler tighter: Salvador had forgotten of put in the transmission oil, so we cranked up the new transmission after about 3 hours. Luckily, we found some mui sympathico people at a taco Inn, who offered to give Rofonso a nice automobile retirement life, if we would sell him for half the price we had already invested in our charming, but a little unsteady travel companion. The deals was done and now we are sad, but happy for Rofonso and his new home. I think, we overdid it a little bit, ushering him all along the country, up and down dirt road for over 1500 kilometers in total. He had been 28 after all.. old dude...

This is were today's blog ends. Quite a long one this time, I know.

Only one more thing. The two guys in front of the yellow wall are two new friends, we met whilst our stay in Maquelia. Those inspiring individuals seriously biked down from Vancouver, Canada all the way to Maquelia, where we encountered them one their 101^st day on the road with their bicycles. Their trip is going t last them 300 days in total and eventually will lead them through the whole of Central America to - finally - touch Argentinian soil. I guess, quite a lot of you guys out there might be interested in their journey, therefore, I post the link to their blog here: conbigotes.wordpress.com

By the way, they are not shaving their beards since Canada. Nice.

Big love and a happy smiley day to all beasts and flowers,

Your Entourage