Morning came on the beach of Zipolite and I caught a cab and a bus to Escondido. A much more mainstream Mexican beach town. I thought this sign was interesting
Not because of anything it said but rather how it compares to America. You know how when driving in the South you see all these restaurants with their signs sponsored by Pepsi or Coke, well here they are all sponsored by Corona.
When I got off the bus there was armed security with silver plated shotguns retrieving money from the station safe. I wanted to get a picture but I figured that might be frowned on. I went into town in search of a different bus station where I could reserve a ticket for the 16hr ride back to Mexico City later on in the evening.
I found a travel agent that I struggled with for 30 minutes and realized the likelihood of this getting fouled up was high, so I just took a cab to the bus station and bought the ticket.
I then hitched a ride to a beach a co-worker of mine had mentioned: Playa Carrizalillo.
It was pretty secluded. You had to walk down a couple hundred steps to get there.
After a couple beers I decided to try my hand at paddle boarding. You can see by the picture below that no one was having great success
I, being the resident idiot, thought you were supposed to ride it like a surfboard standing sideways, when it turns out you need to stand forward with legs at shoulderlength apart. Needless to say I fell off a couple times before swearing at the board and returning it as broken.
I pretty much spent the whole day there and the main beach in town (Zicatela Beach - home to the The Mexican Pipeline)
An uneventful day, but that was ok with me for a change. I boarded the bus around 9pm for an extremely long ride back to Mexico City. I booked passage on a first class bus, and I was quite surprised at the level of comfort. I got to watch a few movies in Spanish, one of which was The Green Lantern. Even though I could not understand a word I still watched the whole thing and could tell it was horrible.