Puerto Arista to Zipolite
June 17th 1995
I left Puerto Arista on Saturday morning. It took me about twelve hours and seven buses to get where i wanted to be. I arrived in Pochutla at about seven in the evening, which was just in time to catch the last bus from there to Zipolite, where i arrived not long after dark. I did quite well really, considering i met someone a few days later who took nearly twenty four hours to get from Puerto Arista to Zipolite the day before i did it. He didn't know where he was going and got told he had to go via Oaxaca, which is at least a couple of hundred kilometres out of the way. He would have only taken four buses though!
I went back to the Posada del Tiburón and the Italians told me they were going in a couple of days. Their lease had run out and they were going to move to somewhere else up the beach. They didn't know where yet. But i could stay a couple of nights, then the place was closing.
I ended up staying there three nights and then i moved into the posada next door. I was in a bit of a quandary really, as to what to do. It crossed my mind to try and find a room, as i cant sleep in a hammock and sleeping on the sand, i wasn't likely to get as good a night's sleep as i felt i needed. However, i didn't in the end. In fact, more or less as soon as i arrived in Zipolite i began to get better.
Unfortunately, i made a big mistake. I should have got myself a room. Although i didn't realise it till later, what i really needed was some space to myself. This was something i hadn't had for a very long time really, and staying in the place next door to Tiburón, which was much more crowded, was the last thing i needed.
I spent one night there and decided i had to get out. Unfortunately this translated itself in my head into having to get out of Zipolite and i went. I jumped on the bus to Pochutla, not really knowing where i was headed, and then decided i was going to Puerto Escondido, which was about an hour up the coast. It was still in the right direction - or so i thought at the time - and it seemed like the last likely place in that direction that didn't mean i'd have to go through Acapulco again.