Puerto Escondido and San Agustinillo

Tuesday we took a six hour bus from Oaxaca to Puerto Escondido. After a stay in the mountains, we figured that it was time to move to the beaches. Puerto Escondido was raved as a can´t miss beach town with a cool vibe. By the time we got off the bus (six hours of hairpin turns around the mountains), we would have been satified with any place as long as it wasn´t giving us motion sickness.

In truth we found that Puerto Escondido was OK, but was not the type of vibe we were really looking for. The town seemed kind of quiet since it was not their busy season, but those who were there had nice tans and surfboards in tow. The town kind of reminded us of an average California beach town. From what we understand, they have some of the best surfing in the world there. The waves were big enough to make swimming challenging, if not impossible at times.

We decided to pack our bags and head east to see if we could find a more local beach with better swimming, somewhere that would let us in with our farmer's tans. We settled on San Agustinillo, a small town of about 300 people. It was a perfect location for the few days we stayed. We found a small room right on the beach. In the morning we could open our door, walk past our two hammocks on our balcony, and watch the waves crash up onto the soft sand. If you are not jealous yet, please take a glance at the pictures.

It was also their slow season, so it was a little hard to find open resturants, but it saved us some money on the room, so we can´t really complain. We swam a little, climbed on some rocks, ate, napped, read on our hammocks, napped again, and then went to sleep. Perfect. As great as it seems, we feel the call of the road again and have bus tickets in hand for a 11 hour ride to San Cristobal de Las Casas.