livin the lazy life

There are enough beautiful hotels and hostels in Puerto Escondido to be very picky. This hotel is very beautiful, nice pool, hammocks galor, a bar, etc...however, the owners are very unwelcoming and will give you an extremely difficult time if your plans change and you need a refund. It is also overpriced for the very average rooms. They made our brief stay there very unpleasant and sent us running back to our original hostel, where we were welcomed back with open arms. Lesson learned here- Do not pick a hotel when you are hungover, as you will probably take a glance at the refreshing pool and hand over your money without thinking too much about it.

Go estrella! you have provided us with hours of delight eating club sandwich after club sandwich...sin carne, por supuesto.

Alright. In Puerto Escondido, everyone surfs, or at least tries it. So, rather then looking like idiots, we decided to take a surf lesson. We took the advice of a girl at our hostel who raved about this guy named Rene from a place called Central Surf. It was $400 pesos apiece, which comes with a three hour surf lesson, hours of unwelcomed public groping and a few smooches on the ass. If you have ever wondered how it feels to be molested on a moving surf board while waves are crashing down over your head, wonder no more. Rene is your man. Word to the wise, ladies. There are female surf instructors that will gladly give you a lesson...without having to constantly slap wandering hands away from your body.

Ah, the Blue Station. Who could have guessed that a few shots of mezcal with the owner of the bar would lead to a job offer that would look stellar on any resume? haha. This bar has it all- cheap drinks, good music (ok, decent music...ok, a bit below average music), naked women painted in florescent colors on the bathroom stalls (the work of a true artist, no doubt), a "beer bong challenge", constant salsa dancing, a game called Cubierta in which the loser has to eat a scorpion, a theme night entitled "horny monday" (which, for the record, we did NOT allow to occur while we were working there), surfing videos (my favorite was called "Faces of Death, VolumeII"), and a group of wonderful, funny, and welcoming people that work there. Well, work is kind of a relative term at the Blue Station. But we were all technically "employed" at the Blue Station and loved every minute of it.