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vampyresheep) wrote2022-11-23 10:44 pm
Mexico 2022 day 2
Awoke to the sound of a marching band – confused! I assume there must have been a hall behind our hotel where band practice took place, as that was our alarm call for the next few days. Had breakfast at our hotel – why go elsewhere when you could sit with such a stunning view, accompanied by great coffee and food.
We had no fixed plan for the day, other than to eventually end up at Bachoco beach by 5pm for the turtle release. Decided to walk to Playa Principal and the main shopping street via the beach. I was dressed more practically this time, so once we got to Playa Principal and saw families playing in the sea, this was my chance to have my first dip in the Pacific. I soon learned that even the so-called safe bays the sea still requires utmost respect and the undertow is very different to what I am used to in the UK. After a few minutes splashing in the waves, I got pulled off my feet by the undertow and then thrown to the ground by the next wave, sending me crashing into the sharply sloping beach. I emerged covered in sand with a bruised and grazed leg. Headed to the Adoquin shopping street to find a pharmacy for some antiseptic cream, then decided that the safest place for me would be in a beach club. It wouldn’t be a holiday without me injuring myself somehow!
Flagged down our first taxi, who took us to Villasol Beach Club on Bachoco Beach, at the opposite side of Puerto Escondido. This turned out to be a good call. For the equivalent of £25, we got a day’s use of the loungers, pool and tennis courts (if we wanted to expend energy!), with our own personal waiter and then drinks and food were redeemable against that entry cost. The view of the beach was absolutely stunning – another stretch not suitable for swimming on, but it ticked my boxes of white sand, palm trees and crashing waves. I guess this is how other people go on holiday, just sitting on a lounger all day, chilling out. Fun for a day but for someone who loves to explore, one day was enough, no matter how blissful it was!
At 4.30, we strolled over to the Vive Mar hut ready for the turtle release at 5pm. All queued up to purchase coconut shell, with which we would transport a little turtle to the start of its big journey. There was some confusion over the price as it appeared to have increased by 25% that week, but the money goes to a good cause. I had researched some other turtle release experiences and had been horrified by photos of people handling the babies, so it was reassuring here that they gave us pretty clear instructions on NOT handling them and to limit our selfie-pics. We named our babies (Clive and Sid) and set them off for their trek across the beach into the sea. It was an emotional experience, particularly as both of ours fell into a deep footprint in the sand, but they both got out and made it to the lapping waves.
After a final drink at Villasol, our waiter called us a taxi back to our hotel, getting back just in time to catch the sunset from the terrace. Our meal that evening was at the beautiful Sativa. This was absolutely lovely. Great drinks (we both had mocktails and they were delicious) and a small but fantastic menu. I love mahi-mahi fish.
After dinner we popped across the road to the only alternative bar in town. Bruja Bar. Run by an ex-punk from Detroit, the décor was fab and a fantastic playlist of 90’s rock and indie (the landlord did say the music gets more alternative as the night goes on). We had an early start the next day, so we only stopped for one drink, promising to return the next day.