My Trip to See Mike in Mexico [January, 2014]

 

“Just another gringo faux pas”

Playa Zipolite (zippo – lee – tee) is 24 hours south of Mexico City, a south facing beach, sometimes called Playa Nudista, sometimes Playa Muerto.  It’s 24 hours if you take the long bus ride, as I did – by mistake – but it made for exquisite timing.

Brisa Marina

15 mins. west of Puerto Angel by Collectivo

The ADO bus from Mexico City arrived in Pochutla on Saturday just as dawn was arriving too.  A forty peso ($3 American) taxi ride dropped me in front of the Posada Brisa Marina (the Sea Breeze Inn).  My first steps were in the sand.  The road the taxi took, Ado Quinado (translated ‘the paved road”), is the only pavement in town.  I didn’t wear shoes for a week.  As soon as I saw the hammocks under their thatched roof palapas, I knew Mike had not over-hyped this place.

Just as I walked through the courtyard and reached the beach, the sun started rising like a red rubber ball over the half-like little mountains, more-like big rocks, piece of land jutting out into the Pacific at the east end of the beach.  First the sun took a sneak peek between two of the rock formations and then bounced up into the sky.  !Que Magnifico!

It was too early to wake the clerk, so I threw my backpack and my Minnesota coat on a hammock and set off in search of coffee.  It’s maybe 20 minutes to the end of the beach, but after 10 minutes I cut between two other posadas for better luck on the paved road.  There I ran into Richard the Mechanic who told me the first coffee of the morning was always at the place right next to where I was staying called “A Nice Place on the Beach.”

Sure enough, by the time I got back, the first patron was already sitting at a beach side table sipping from an elegant, tall and white, coffee cup made brilliant by the sun, the red table cloth and her shiny blondish-brown hair.  She smiles and invites me to join her.  A more beautiful sight, at 8 in the morning, two thousand miles from home, is hard to imagine.  !Que Magnifico otra vez!

Mike had told me it was a friendly place, as well as a beautiful place, but what happened next is beyond hype – remember I’ve been in town less than an hour – when she asked “Do you want to smoke with me?”  The magical reality of Zipolite.

As she rolled a joint, exquisitely rolled a joint I might add, I learned she was a University of Chicago student majoring in bio-chemistry, who was born in Paris but grew up mostly in Hong Kong.  We hit a good intellectual place pretty early – even gazed into each other’s eyes once while I was trying to overcome her dismissiveness that science was important to politics.  Over coffee I learned she was in Zipolite for the weekend with a group of co-eds all taking a three week course at the university in Oaxaca on imperialism in Latin America.  As she excused herself from the table (which Mike had now joined me at), she said “You have not met the manager yet.  I will tell him you are my brother and he will give you a favorable rate.”

Tomorrow:  Albert Hofmann

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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