11+12 February: Puerto Escondido

We wanted to leave early to avoid driving in the midday heat, but overnight some of the turtle eggs had hatched. We could witness they being freed into the waves.

Our next stop Puerto Escondido. One of the top ten destinations for surfers with waves up to 20 feet all year around. However touristic developed it still feels like a village. Strangely it feels safe. The police is dressed in a “normal” uniform, hardly armed. Not like in the rest of the country in full “war” equipment with a helmet and a gun bigger than most of them.

Escondido has a little campground in the middle of the sea promenade and at the surf beach Playa Zicatela. We just had secured the last available site, when a motor home from Belgium entered, the JosMobiel. A site was shared and everybody had a good night.

When we started to think over this voyage, we started to surge the internet in order to find some information. One of the sides/blogs we found and still regularly visit to obtain some info was and is the Josmobiel op reis. The blog of a Belgium couple traveling since 2008 through the Americas (South, Central and North).
It was interesting and strange also to meet people, who we know for almost two years, but never met.

The Zicatela pipeline is one of world’s heaviest and scariest beach breaks, with an incredible strong and dangerous undercurrent.
While walking the beach with the dog and watching the surfers we met a Dutch family with two little girls. Like us they are traveling the world. We left our flip flops and the girls clothes at the beach, as we thought out of reach of the waves. We went to the waterline and the girls played in the sand and water.
We had warned our girls to get not further in the water than ankle to knee deep. The youngest, 2-3 years old, of the other Dutch family wasn’t paying attention for a moment, lost balance and was taken by the surf. We grown ups had to run to catch her and believe us this undercurrent is strong.
A few minutes later a big wave came in. This we had not anticipated, so everybody was wet and our flip flops and clothes were floating in the water. The sea gave the flip flops back, but the clothes, towels and a little children’s backpack were gone.