A Month of Sand in My Butt Crack is Enough
January 12 2021
After 1 month in Zipolite, it is time to move. I travel back to Oaxaca.
After 31 days in Zipolite, yes I extended for 1 night, it is time to head back to Oaxaca.
ZIpolite is the paradise many dream of and I'd say 90% of the people stuck in lockdown in the grim winter of the Northern hemisphere would give their right hand to be here.
Yet I am here and I am leaving.
Why on earth am I leaving? The climate is perfect, it is totally the place to forget about Covid (seems like I am the only one who wears a mask here when I hit Main Street).
I have a single room with my own bathroom for 10 bucks a night, the hammocks afford the best view ever, beers are a dollar a pop, the beach is 'clothing optional' and yes, I have worked on my all-over tan; my ass is no longer #FFFFFF.
Paradise is beautiful but it is not always perfect (what is paradise anyways?).
Possibly the most bizarre reason for leaving a place that ever existed: A Month of Sand in My Butt Crack is Enough.
ZIpolite is the paradise many dream of and I'd say 90% of the people stuck in lockdown in the grim winter of the Northern hemisphere would give their right hand to be here.
Yet I am here and I am leaving.
Why on earth am I leaving? The climate is perfect, it is totally the place to forget about Covid (seems like I am the only one who wears a mask here when I hit Main Street).
I have a single room with my own bathroom for 10 bucks a night, the hammocks afford the best view ever, beers are a dollar a pop, the beach is 'clothing optional' and yes, I have worked on my all-over tan; my ass is no longer #FFFFFF.
Paradise is beautiful but it is not always perfect (what is paradise anyways?).
Possibly the most bizarre reason for leaving a place that ever existed: A Month of Sand in My Butt Crack is Enough.
Annoyances of living on the cheap in paradise, all rooms here at the cheapest joint in town have no sound insulation. It's the holiday season and people are making out more than normal and remember, you hear everything, far more than you need to which is kinda disturbing.
People like to go out drinking and listen to loud music until the small hours. My earplugs are proving to be ineffective.
The mattresses here need to be thrown out but the patron is a bit of a miser. And that coupled with the countless hours chilling in Las Hamacas my back is giving me gyp.
Admittedly, these 'issues' could be resolved by splashing out more cash on a better hotel, one with sound insulation, a better mattress, a shower with higher pressure (if that is possible here) to remove offending sand from my butt crack at the end of a hard day being a beach bum (OK, I could purchase a toilet brush to do that), a daily massage and signing up for a daily yoga workshop.
I am not made of money and have lived for so long on the cheap it is almost against my religion to spend money to be comfortable. I always take the cheapest option and tweak things until I am as comfortable as possible as I can get with a minimal level of flashing my cash.
The one thing money can not fix is my restless soul. A month in one place is simply enough, not without a purpose anyway (like a job). So when I was on lockdown in Kenya, you can therefore appreciate the anxiety I faced. Man, I was climbing the walls.
I have enjoyed my time here. Very much so!
It served its purpose. I came here to forget about life for a while. The 10 months of trying to stay healthy and one step ahead of Covid lockdowns were taking their toll.
I feel refreshed. I didn't get trashed but I was tripping out a few times thanks to some suitably laced cookies.
There have been many characters too. Most have been coming here for years. It is a sweet spot. Despite the crap WiFi, I made massive inroads into getting this blog up to date.
But it is time to go someplace else. Oaxaca needs to be explored. And after all, Zipolite will always be here 😀.
People like to go out drinking and listen to loud music until the small hours. My earplugs are proving to be ineffective.
The mattresses here need to be thrown out but the patron is a bit of a miser. And that coupled with the countless hours chilling in Las Hamacas my back is giving me gyp.
Admittedly, these 'issues' could be resolved by splashing out more cash on a better hotel, one with sound insulation, a better mattress, a shower with higher pressure (if that is possible here) to remove offending sand from my butt crack at the end of a hard day being a beach bum (OK, I could purchase a toilet brush to do that), a daily massage and signing up for a daily yoga workshop.
I am not made of money and have lived for so long on the cheap it is almost against my religion to spend money to be comfortable. I always take the cheapest option and tweak things until I am as comfortable as possible as I can get with a minimal level of flashing my cash.
The one thing money can not fix is my restless soul. A month in one place is simply enough, not without a purpose anyway (like a job). So when I was on lockdown in Kenya, you can therefore appreciate the anxiety I faced. Man, I was climbing the walls.
I have enjoyed my time here. Very much so!
It served its purpose. I came here to forget about life for a while. The 10 months of trying to stay healthy and one step ahead of Covid lockdowns were taking their toll.
I feel refreshed. I didn't get trashed but I was tripping out a few times thanks to some suitably laced cookies.
There have been many characters too. Most have been coming here for years. It is a sweet spot. Despite the crap WiFi, I made massive inroads into getting this blog up to date.
But it is time to go someplace else. Oaxaca needs to be explored. And after all, Zipolite will always be here 😀.