I wish that I could take each of you who reads this in my pocket for a few days so you could each experience first hand what life in this small village is like. It would feel very strange and weird at first but with in days it will have grown on you. And you might even be sad to leave the people and the beautiful place that they call home. Well at least that was our expereince and we enjoyed it so much that we plan on going back.
WILD is completed!!! It is bitter sweet ( but more of that to come another day.) We are currently in a little place called Zipolite which has a population of about 1000 people. It is on the West coast of Mexico. The "motel" where we are staying is 75 feet from the ocean and a beach ( our first and one of the most popular nude beaches in Mexico.) We spent the afternoon drinking beer in hammocks. It was amazingly relaxing.
So let´s start with a typical morning routine in Jacumulco. And this is one of the most hard to explain parts of this blog because really you need to hear this first hand. The village is probably alot like what the pioneers would have lived like, very simple and focused on survival. There are animals that live bside people´s one storey homes. Those animals include donkeys and pigs. The donkeys bray the worst sound in the world. I can´t quite figure out why they sound so awful and different than I remember donkeys sounding from home. But when you hear them at 4 or 5 in the morning or really any time of day they just seem so unsatisfied. The pigs are paraded through the town and then stay in people´s yards until they get eaten. If you live close to a butcher you may be woken by piggy squeals. The meat is then kept out for the day so people can buy it and may be cut into pieces using an axe on a stump of wood. I can´t quite figure out how I´ll be able to buy and cook meat when we get back. We might be vegetarian for a bit :0)
So on our way to breakfast we´d pass men saddling up there donkeys who would later come back carrying loads of coffee or bamboo weighing maybe between 30 to 50 pounds. The saddle was composed of a burlap bag and a wooden horn. Beside the donkeys would be cars (particularly VW beatles) that were any where from brand new to 20 years old.
The women often work out of their home. This means that all of the necessities of life are sold from someone´s home. There are paper stores, cornerstores, bakeries, and resturants that serve anything from freshly squeezed juice to sandwhiches to milkshakes to tacos to full chickens. There are an array of sights and smells as you walk down any given street. YOu holler at the door or they have a table at the side of the house on the sidewalk. One lady in town even does laundry and we were so thankful for that ( as our gear certainly was in need of some TLC.)
There are many delicacies that we have tried from street vendors. The strangest may have been corn on the cob cooked in wheel barrows and then peeled and slathered in mayo. The corn isn´t the same texture as what I´m used to so it was a bit of a surprise.
The village is on the river so there is two bridges in town. People are always sneaking jumps off the main bridge (even though it is illegal because people have died trying it). The other bridge is a suspension bridge and I have even walked across it a few times. From the bridges you can see a few small rapids one of which is surfable at this time. I can´t wait to give it a try.
Well that is a few highlights. There is certainly more but it is getting late and we are sleepy, so good night.
A Long time
11 years ago

