Don with cat he befriended at Bocano beach

This year I took my grandson Donovan, who is 14, to Huatulco with me.  I don’t have so many pictures this year as much of where we went was the same as with Kate last year, but there are some new things and views.

We arrived on the Friday – package tour planes only come in on Thursdays and Fridays here – and spent the rest of the afternoon getting the layout of the hotel, unpacking and swimming.

Saturday I took him off to see the small ‘real Mexican’ town of Sta Maria Huatulco, and later on to Puerto Angel.  I love the churches and cemeteries there, so wanted to see those and wanted Don to see a more authentic side of Mexico than what he’d see at the hotel or in La Crucecita.  We hired a taxi and I really struck gold, as the taxi driver lived in Sta Maria and was a mine of interesting information and sites to see, though he didn’t speak too much English, and us not hardly any Spanish, we managed to communicate.  And he was a great driver, which made the day relaxed.  For those interested, his name is Lazaro Ruiz and he can be contacted at 958.107.0355 there.

** All photos are clickable to full size

Church, Sta Maria

Main street, Sta Maria Huatulco

Side street, Sta Maria

The churches in Mexico seem to have some wonderful paintings and generally are decorated in a way that’s well worth taking a look at.  The cemeteries fascinate me since, in this area anyway, they can’t dig down because of rock, so they have to build up.  The crypts are painted bright colours and decorated with flowers, photos, paintings and garlands and seem to announce that those who have passed on are still a part of everyday life here.

Sta Maria, meeting place in the plaza

Sta Maria cemetery

Sta Maria cemetery

This program is really giving me problems this time, so the entries may go much slower than I’d hoped.

On the road between Sta Maria and Puerto Angel, we even saw a Golden Eagle.  Apparently they sit around, having gotten used to the fact that sooner, rather than later, the Mexican drivers will provide them with lunch in the form of roadkill.  It was truly majestic and beautiful, and I so wish I’d been able to get a picture, but there was traffic behind us so we couldn’t stop.

Taken off the fisherman's wharf in Puerto Angel

Little home on a hill above the river

Another home in the countryside near Sta Maria

Puerto Angel is a lovely little fishing village, built into the crags of the area.  There are two sides of town (I guess that most towns have two sides) one for the locals and fishermen, and the other for a small tourist area and beach, with a restaurant, a store run by a woman who does  wonderful hand embroidered clothing, a bar and a dive shop.  I took lots of pictures here last year, so you can find them in the 2009 blog and will only add a few here, plus some video of Don having a ball in the water.

Tourist side of the beach at Puerto Angel

Cemetery at Puerto Angel

Neat piñata in beach palapa resto at Puerto Angel

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4209015/don_in_the_ocean/

So that was Saturday.

Sunday we spent sightseeing and shopping for gifts in La Crucecita – and then I went to a neighbourhood resto/bar that has a blues band composed of over-wintering blues musicians from Italy, Spain, Argentina, Canada and the US.

In town, the military was putting on a show to advertise their new initiative to combat drugs and illegal weapons.  The camo suit was really site-specific, and I’m not sure I see it catching on as a teen fave.

Army camouflage

The church in La Crucecita was open this time, and I marveled at the front door.  Can you just imagine what it would cost to get something like that done today?  And if it was here?  Yikes!!

Church doors, La Crucecita

And I got another part of the ceiling photographed too.

Church ceiling, La Crucecita

There are wonderful legends about this section of Mexico, which say that in 100AD, a white man with a long beard (no one there had ever seen a white man before, or anyone with a beard) came sailing into port at Santa Cruz – which was named Santa Cruz because of this incident.  He evangelised and I couldn’t get straight whether there were miracles at that time, and don’t know what happened to him, but the cross made from the wood of his boat stayed and when future conquerors tried to burn it or break it up, they couldn’t.  Then came the Spanish some hundreds of years later and the wood from the cross was set as relics into some other crosses, one of which is still in Sta Cruz and two more in larger centres where the Spanish took them.

Chowing down on tlayudas at Blue

Next we decided to get our gift shopping done and have some lunch.  We both tried something called a tlayuda (I think) which we both liked.  It was meat and a dry sauce in a tortilla.  Then off to the textile museum since I thought Don might like to get a shawl for his mom, or a blouse for his littlest sister.  They have weavers that use hand looms and make rugs and fabric right on the premises, and they have all the things they use to make the authentic dyes, the mud, rocks, plants and beetles.  Lets just say that Don was less than enthralled by the weaving demonstrations . . .  So we went to a coffee shop and bought some coffee for those who like it.  I don’t drink coffee at all, but apparently the La Pluma from the mountains is really good.  We bought some silver and beads for gifts, and there are two of the downtown silver stores I like best from my two trips there.  One is called The Little Shop and the other is Gabriel the Owl.  Both are on Bugambilias which is the main street across the plaza from the church.

Sunday night I went to see the blues band, and I don’t think they even have a name as a band, as they are from all over and play together there in the winter.  I didn’t get everyone’s names, but I know it was Nelson Lunding on the piano, and Albert Colombo and Enrico Crivellaro on guitar(s).  Alberto will be coming to Toronto this spring it seems, and be playing with David Rotundo, who is a singer and harpist who plays with them in Huatulco some years when he goes down for the winter.   Actually I just checked, and they’ll be playing 3 dates in Toronto on April, 1st, 4th and 5th.  I’ll have to get out to see them, as I was told in Huatulco that Rotundo is something special with a blues harp and that he sings well too.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4241222/tipsy_blowfish_huatulco_oaxaca_mexico/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4257186/blues_at_the_blowfish/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4257437/blues_at_the_blowfish_2/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4266287/blues_at_the_blowfish_3/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4267717/blues_at_the_tipsy_blowfish_4/

Monday we had decided would be a rest day, and we would just kick back.  Swimming, sunning and eating, along with reading were our main activities.

Tuesday we had been booked for a jungle ATV tour.  The young woman who booked the tour for us gave us the wrong meeting place and even though I’d checked back, the same wrong place was given.  According to other people we talked to, her English is practically useless as she really doesn’t understand much except the common questions and answers which she has memorized and has made mistakes before.  The tour company was very good about it and offered us a 3 hour tour that afternoon – we had booked a 6 hour tour – as well as refunding the fee I had paid, so that was about as much a saving grace as we could expect.  Unfortunately, Donovan had changed his mind and didn’t want to go.

I decided to take him for lunch to Bocano beach, to the Finca de los Vaqueros restaurant there that I had been to last year.  They make the best arrachera (flank steak) grilled over an open fire.  It comes with fresh, hot tortillas and a lovely green salad.  I had ordered the white bean soup too, as I had loved it last year, and it was just as good this year.

Bocano beach is a lovely spot – too rough for good swimming, but the best spot in the area for boogie boarding.  Also, if you go for the mud bath, wear something that won’t be damaged, as the mud does stain as it’s a red clay.

Donovan checking out the beach at Bocano

Here you can get the famed mud bath or buy locally made clothing jewellery and bags.

Finca de los Vaqueros

The hub of the Bocano micropolis

Wednesday was a very full day as we had booked the Outback tour, which takes you to the local herbalist to discover his garden, and of course I had to spend time playing with my old friend, his bird Paco, who is too sweet for words.

Paco. Don't know what kind of bird he is, but he's so cute.

Then we went to the fruit market.  Just as we were leaving the herbalist’s, our battery died and we had to wait for a boost to come.  That was better than last year when we got a flat tire on the road to the fruit market.

The road is fascinating – many different kinds of fruit and flowers, plus someone who raises peacocks and another place with ostriches.

Part of the herbalist's garden

The school bus local to the fruit market area.

A moocher watching for dropped fruit

Fruit market

Fruit market 2

Next we went on to the beach at San Augustin.  There is really good snorkeling there for those who want to go out.  I sat on the beach and Donovan swam, getting rolled around by the waves.  The food is reasonably good there, though the prices are high.  All the places the tours tend to take you have higher prices than a smaller local place, but that’s life on the tour bus, I guess.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4270907/donovan_swimming_at_st_augustin_beach/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4271031/don_swimming_at_st_augustin_2/

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4271466/sitting_on_the_beach_at_san_augustin/

San Augustin is really a squatter community.  The government had taken over the land as part of the eco-preserve, but people who work in the area continue to live there on suffrance and they fish and make restaurants, but someday they will be made to move.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4271686/leaving_san_augustin/

Next the tour took us to a huge empty beach that has a look off where you can see many raptors and other birds.  The view of the ocean and the beach is spectacular.  The neighbourhood is picturesque and has lots of great photo-ops too.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/4275428/at_the_look_off/

Homes near the look-off

View down the coast from the road

Incredible sea view

Interesting birds, but for Thanksgiving, not for birdwatchers

We were pretty tired after our day out hacking around across the countryside, so we had an early evening, watching the jays from the balcony and watching movies on TV.

Jay with the curly feathers on its head screaming goodnight

Thursday came, and we wanted to get our fill of beach, swimming and sun before we had to get on the plane the next day to come back home to the cold.  We found a place on the beach where all colours and sizes of fish would swarm around your legs as soon as you went into the water up to your knees.  They wanted to be fed and would hang around looking for goodies.  They seemed to really favour banana for some reason.  I’ve never heard of fish eating banana before, but there you go – something new to learn every day.

http://www.box.net/shared/static/nbidep6vf7.mpg (This is the video of Don and I feeding the fish.  It will take a while to download as it’s a bigger file)  If that link doesn’t work try copying and pasting this one to download the file:  http://www.box.net/shared/nbidep6vf7

That afternoon one of the other guests had told me about finding a snake in their bathroom the night before, and I was telling Donovan about that as we sat on the balcony just before we got ready for supper that night.  We thought it must have been pretty scary, and felt very sorry for those people.  I went in to get my clean clothes from the closet before I took my shower, and there on the closet floor was a snake, all rolled up in a writhing ball.  Scared the liver out of me!!!  It unrolled and crawled deeper into the closet to get away from the light, I guess.  It was long, but not too fat, so I figured at least it wasn’t going to have a passel of babies in the closet.  We called the front desk and they sent a guy up with a broom and dustpan to remove the snake, but it wasn’t very co-operative about getting in, or staying in, the dust pan.  Finally he got it out, but I didn’t sleep too well that night, kept dreaming about snakes in my bed.  People at Las Brisas had scorpions in their rooms, so I guess I’ll just have to remember to shake out all shoes and clothes just like I did in Africa before getting dressed.

Snake in the closet

Friday dawned bright and sunny, and we took a sad last swim and walk on the beach before leaving for the airport.  We sat on our balcony for a while and took a last look at the view, and waved goodbye to the 7th floor swimming pool.  We really wished we could stay another week, but work and school made that impossible.

A last longing look off the balcony

Given the many types of long line-ups you have to go through at airports these days, Don and I agreed that the worst part of travelling is the actual travelling.  Once you’re there you can have fun until you have to face the aggravation of getting home again.

We had a really nice time though, and got to know each other better.  Fun, sun and lots of swimming made this a vacation to remember.

Here is the link:

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The files are as follows:

328 – Hotel beach

333 – Kate in the pool

335 – View from rooftop pool

337 – View of seven bays

340 – Karaoke performance at “cowboy” restaurant, part 1

341 – ditto, part 2

342 – cart ride from lobby to room (yer not gonna believe this!!)

343 – entertainment at Don Porfirio

346 – local school

352 – waves at deserted beach

Something else I forgot to mention is that you can’t swim in the ocean near the hotels near the full moon.  The tidal effects of the moon create a very dangerous undertow.  Many of the other more sheltered bays are fine though, and there are plenty of pools.

Horrible life, but somebody's gotta do it . . .

Ditto, eh?

Looking from Hotel lobby towards boulevard

Sea turtles

Small shrine at tiny country roadside sundries store

Another cutie pie

Boneyard 3

"Knob" hill

Better idea of balcony

Can you see the Mayan bird? I think he's called a jay of some type

Side door of La Crucecita church

Great open air restaurant, unfortunately closed until supper time

Small shopping area in either Huatulco or Sta Cruz

Roofing the palapa

Can't remember what these are. Mel?? In brujo's garden

Indi the guide is grinding the corn the old way

Local style cradle

I’d never done those before, except once over 20 years ago, and in fact hadn’t travelled with anyone for that length of time either.  Lots of new experiences on this trip.  But what’s life without new experiences, eh?

Kate’s off to Uni next year, and I won’t see much of her for a few years after that, so I wanted to have a bit of face time with her before she left.  And since neither of us had been to Mexico before, I decided that the organised tours might be the best way to see lots in the short week we had.

Oh, boy, did we see lots . . . !!

We arrived about noon on Friday and took Saturday to settle in to our little nest.  I’d gotten a small suite, since I thought Kate would have to do school work, and wanted to have a table for her to work at.  This was the view from our balcony.

And this was our balcony.  It was really very large and a lovely place to sit.

Balcony from sliding doors

Huatulco is very mountainous, so the hotels are built up the sides of the mountains.  All have fleets of vehicles like 8 person golf carts that whiz you around the grounds, as walking can get tiring when everything is uphill – both ways <(^o^)>

Our hotel was across the boulevard from the beach, so was built up the mountainside even more so than those on the beach side.  Our room was on the 8th level, and after we got off the cart we still had to walk down one flight of stairs, along a path and then up 4 flights of stairs to get to our room.  I think ours was the most difficult set of rooms to get to, but the beauty of the view made it worth while.

The rooms were clean and quite nice.  There was a bedroom with two double beds, a sitting room with a couch and table and chairs, a full bathroom and a small kitchenette – really just a sink, bar fridge and coffeemaker.

View from roof pool

There were three pools, one on the 7th level, called the roof pool, one on the main level and one across at the beach club.

The carts took you across to the beach club for meals and beach activities.  There were also two other a la carte restaurants at the hotel where you could make reservations to eat, but we didn’t get the energy to try those.

The carts were circulating fairly regularly, and if you had to get somewhere “right now”, you could always call the front desk and have one sent up to get you, so that aspect didn’t seem to be much of a problem.

After we got settled in, we went off to the small nearby town of La Crucecita.  The week was going to be busy, so we wanted to get the souvenir buying out of the way.  Kate wanted something for her mom, and I wanted something for my house-sitters – my house had been flooded just before I left and I had to leave a relative in charge of the insurance, clean-up and so on, so figured a token of appreciation wouldn’t go amiss, especially since there was more water damage while I was gone. *sigh*

La Crucecita is a really pretty town, with a typical town square at its heart.

Zocalo (Town Square) de La Crucecita

I had really wanted to see the inside of the local church, which has a hand-painted ceiling which has been deemed a ‘national treasure’, but both times I went to town the church was closed.  I did manage to get a couple peeks through the wrought iron airways at the top of the walls, and it sure looked worth seeing.

A glimpse of the church ceiling

In order to find what Kate wanted for her mom, we investigated 3 or 4 jewellery stores in the area, but couldn’t find what she had in mind.  We saw a couple other things that might do as a substitute, but decided to go and have lunch and think about it.  Kate ordered a shrimp pasta, and I swear those shrimp hadn’t been out of the water more than 10 minutes.  I ordered the Mexican version of a Club House sandwich, and it came smothered in avocado!  We were both really happy with our lunches!!

Then came the purchasing part.  Now I’ve gotta tell you, I am NOT good with this bargaining stuff.  Though it is, I’m sure a well choreographed dance among those who do it regularly, I just get mad, frustrated, grumpy and tired.  Some jewellery stores in the area have started weighing jewellery and basing the price on the weight, but haven’t figured out that you can price by weight for metals, but you can’t do that for things that are combined metals and stones or wood or ceramic.  And of course, when we went back the second time, the prices had mysteriously gone up.  I was fit to be tied!!

Anyway, we did get a couple things, saw a bit of a Mexican town that had no Micky D’s or Wal-Marts, had a very pleasant lunch and then off we went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.

Today we went to see the old lighthouse which had been very important to that coast at one time.  We also saw a huge iguana sunning himself on the cliff nearby.

Old lighthouse

Then it was off to a beach for a couple hours of snorkelling.  Neither Kate or I snorkelled.  I had thought she’d want to since she’s an avid swimmer, but that didn’t fly.

After that we went to an organic papaya plantation and saw how they grow.  I had no idea that the papayas grow right on the main trunk of the tree, not out on a branch like other fruits.

Papayas - YUM!

Our host served us beans and tortillas with toasted crickets (Yes, I did eat the crickets – they were kind of shredded so no biggie), fruit salad and of course, papaya.  It was lovely.

Papaya plantation lunch room

Next, off we went to a local river to do some white-water rafting.  With it being the dry season and that particular location, it was only level one rafting which is the slowest/easiest – but that was just fine with me.  I was disappointed since they put all our cameras in dry-bags, and when we could have taken them out to get some great pics of families camped and women doing wash in the river, it turned out that my camera was in the other raft!

A-rafting we will go . . .

When we got to where the river ended and the ocean began, we hiked over some dunes to get to the truck and stopped to get coated in clay by some local women.  It was fun, and getting it off took days!

Kate the Mudblood (She's a Potter fan, she'll get it)

After trying to rinse off, our guide took us to a local eatery for a “cowboy lunch).  Lunch in Mexico seems to be at 3 p.m., so of course we were starving!  But boy, that lunch was superb.  Probably the best meal I had during our stay.  This bean soup that was the best I’ve ever tasted, flank steak done over an open fire, but marinated in something so that you could cut it with a fork, a lovely fresh salad, warm tortillas, and a shot of mezcal for dessert.  And as an added treat, the  owner (?) and his wife did a karaoke of Mexican songs while we ate.  It was a wonderful experience.

Cowboy lunch

Restaurant mascots

Our hostess sings

After lunch, it was a trip back to the hotel, a swim, shower, supper, and fall into bed after the supper show.

I just hope I don’t snore . . .

I had booked a facial and pedicure at the beachside spa, and after that went into town again to get stamps and mail our postcards.

Katie was in the throes of a creative spasm and wrote most of the day, as well as each evening.

La Crucecita church door

Lunch in the palapa by the beach club pool

That night we put on some better duds and went down the street to Don Porfirio’s for supper.  I had heard lots of good things about this place.  He grills out front and the waiters put on a short musical show.

I’d ordered the grilled prawns, and Katie ordered the  steak.  Hers was really tasty, she said.  Unfortunately, my prawns tasted like beef liver.  I’ve never heard of such a thing!  And being the Canadian that I am, I just shut up and ate them, and was mad at myself again!  They sure looked good though.

Lovely looking liver flavoured prawns

Katie and her steak at Don Porfirio

Don Porfirio has the grill in high gear

The entertainment is all on my video, some of which I may post on BoxNet for those of you who want to see it.

So, that was our Monday – off we went to bed to get ready for a big day Tuesday.

That is a pontoon boat trip around the many bays of Tangolunda.

Which reminds me that I wanted to comment on the name.  All the guide books, maps and old signs have the spelling and name as above.  Some new signs are springing up showing it as “Tangalinda” instead.  Now those of you who are more conversant in Spanish, correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t ‘Tangalinda’ translate roughly as ‘Beautiful Butt-floss”??  Why are they doing this?

Anyway, the trip was breathtakingly beautiful.  We cruised around a couple lovely bays and then were ferried ashore at one whose name I forget to have some swimming  and beach time.

Pelicans waiting to be taken to lunch

One of the beautiful bay beaches

After the swimming, we were taken to San Augustin beach where we would be having lunch in a restaurant with a large beach palapa.  The snorkellers went out to the reef and had their fun for about an hour while the rest of us lazed on the beach, then lunch was ordered.

Casa del Abuelo (Grandpa's House) at San Augustin beach

A woman came around with a large iguana and was asking a fee to have your picture taken with it.  I had taken a picture of her with the big guy when she first arrived, but neither Katie or I felt an overwhelming urge to snuggle up to him for more photo ops.

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Tangolunda is inside an eco-preserve and development will be allowed on only about half (at last news release) of the bays there.  There is some extremely beautiful real estate, and I expect the developers will try to push for more of the beachfront especially to be opened to development.  I hope the government and the people who currently live there will hold the line and not spoil the situation.  It’s a hard decision, as Huatulco is one of the poorer areas of Mexico, so job creation is important.  I just hope that there is some long-term thinking put into this.

One of the Bahias de Tangolunda

Well, that was Tuesday.  Back to the hotel for a swim, get ready for dinner and watch the after-dinner theatre show, and back to read, write, sleep.  I’m not a huge partier any more, and Kate seemed to have no inclination to go disco-ing in the evenings, so we just hung out and did our individual things and then tried to get a good sleep to be ready for the next day.

Anyway, the day started with being brought to the croc preserve where we paid our fee, and then we had to walk about 10 minutes (15 minutes for Speedy here!) down the beach in the blazing sun to get to the point where the canoes were so we could get into the lagoon.

Sometimes there is too much beach!

The lagoon was exquisite!  I really wished I was floating down it all by myself in peace and quiet – but those are things you surely give up on group tours.  However, the presence of a guide to help you see things you would have missed otherwise, and to give names to unfamiliar plants and creatures is really nice.

Heading out into the lagoon

I think this guy is called a King bird

Peaceful and beautiful

Well, at the end of the lagoon was the croc farm, which type of thing I had seen before, but I did learn one interesting thing – crocs don’t have tongues.  I never knew that before!

Croc sunning himself in the lagoon

Then it was back up the beach to the bus and off to the turtle museum.  One poor turtle there had swallowed a camera a tourist had dropped into one of the tanks and had had to be operated on to remove the camera.  The operation destroyed the part of her respiratory system that allowed her to get herself underwater to get food, so she could just swim on the surface and had to be hand fed.

There was an aquarium associated with the turtle museum, and Kate said it was really good, but by this time I was too tired to trot round it, and just sat on the front steps wishing I had some of the home made ice cream that Kate had gotten from and elderly guy who was selling at the gate to the park.  She said *that* was really good too.

After the turtle museum we went to lunch in, I think, Puerto Angel.  Another open air beach restaurant and Kate and I tried the hot and cold versions of  the Oaxacan chocolate drink.  It seems to be solid chocolate ground up and put into milk with lots of sugar added.  Interesting and a bit different and more tasty than our version.  The most traditional use for chocolate in that area is “mole”, which is chocolate mixed with very hot peppers.  We’re starting to see a few things with that combination here now, but as I don’t like food that bites back, I’ll pass, thanks.

Beach at Puerto Angel (I think)

Pensive Kate at Wednesday lunch

There was a dive shop a couple doors down the beach, and another palapa serving food and drink in front of that.  More fresh fish for lunch for me.  I could eat that every day.

One of the most interesting things about this town was that, since the area is all rock, the graves are all concrete crypts built above ground and decorated to a Mexican fare-thee-well (No pun intended, honestly!)  The graveyard is in this town and I could have spent a long time there, but as is the trouble with group tours, I was in the great minority, so had to rush past quickly.

Boneyard 1

Boneyard 2

Again, since each tour ends with lunch, and lunch is always about 3 p.m., it was off home for a swim, shower and supper.

Thursday was a great day.  We went off into the countryside to visit “typical” Oaxacans.  First we visited a herbal medicine man or brujo and toured his garden.  Very interesting.  He also had one of those little spectacled or white-masked amazons that are so popular as pets with folks in the area.

Senor Brujo

They were building a new palapa.  A palapa is the structure which is open on the sides and roofed with banana or other large leaves.  The construction technique is fairly complicated and I found it very interesting.

They had he usual fire and grill for cooking, but also had a large brick bake-oven that was made from locally made brick.  I’m not sure what they used it for, but will find out on my next trip there <G>  I can imagine it would make superb pizza, but I’m not sure that pizza is high on the average brujo’s dietary list.  And they don’t seem to eat risen bread, just flatbreads.  but likely one of my readers will be able to tell me.

Next we went to visit a woman called Maria, who showed us how tortillas were made years ago, grinding the corn with grinding stones.  Then she showed us how the next evolution was a small mechanical hand grinder much the same as my mother used to make ground meat.  Now there is a big electric grinding machine that everyone in the village uses.

At Maria's

Maria had the dough ready to go and showed us the pressing machines they use now to flatten the ball of dough into a perfect tortilla and she let each person make their own tortilla and had some bean mixture (hot, HOT!) wrapped in corn leaves that was used as a filling for the tortillas.  Since the beans were too hot for me, I found a friend outside who was more than happy to eat them.

I wanted to take her home

Next to Maria’s was a typical country church.  The same form and design was to be seen throughout the countryside in all the small villages.

Country church

The inside of the church was very spartan.  These are not rich folks here and I’m glad that we, as conscious travellers, can do something to help keep some children in school and give some employment to the workers and especially to help keep some of the traditional crafts alive.

Church interior

When we were in La Crucecita we went into a small craft store and museum.  They had the local black pottery which is seen everywhere there, the brightly painted animal carvings and many types of woven goods.  They had a weaver working a hand loom weaving traditional designs and using the traditional natural dyes.

The most interesting dye is the cochineal.  Cochineal is an insect which lives on one type of cactus and it is actively grown in order to produce the scarlet dye used in the weaving.

After Maria’s place, we went to a country school to see how things were run there, and of course to contribute to the latest fund-raising for school equipment.  This school, because of the tourists who were brought here, had some very good equipment and was well above the usual local standards.

One little girl there seemed to take a shine to me and just followed me around, smiling shyly.  All of the kids around the different places we went were so cute and most were pretty shy.

My new friend

After the school, we saw some more of the countryside then went for lunch again at La Casa del Abuelo, where Kate sampled a Pina del Pina.

Kate and *her* new friend

After lunch we went out to a quite deserted and wild part of the beach.  It was marvellous!  The waves were just crashing in – and that’s a sound I could listen to all day.

We’d had a leaking valve stem in a tire earlier in the day when we were going to stop at a local fruit market and have a snack, so were behind schedule and it was time to get back to the hotel.  But what a great day!

Wonderful coastline

View across hills

Mexico is a hugely varied country in terms of its population.  Someone told me that in Oaxaca state alone, there are 17 different indigenous ethnic groups.  You could see distinct differences in skin tone and facial bone structure, but I expect that as with other countries, now that transportation is opening up so much more and people aren’t staying in their native villages forever, that those distinctions will quickly vanish.

Son of papaya plantation owner

Child in hammock at croc farm

While travelling to the fruit market, we passed a farm which had several peafowl.  I’m not sure why, or where they came from, but it was a giggle to see them there.

Peacock

Fruit market

Huatulco town square with cafe in bandstand

Marina and some condos and shops at Santa Cruz

Well, there are some of the highlights of our trip, though there are doubtless things here I’ve passed over.

I’m going to try and upload some of the video to BoxNet, and if I get to that I’ll post the URL here for anyone that is interested in downloading some of that.