Mazunte and the bedbugs

We had 9 days to travel Mexico. With a vague idea of where we were headed, we flew into Mexico City, took the 6 hour bus to Acapulco, got the hell out of the clusterfuck known as Acapulco, and worked our way down to the Oaxacan province, inching our way toward a gloriously remote beach of no more than 400 inhabitants-Mazunte.

Our 10 hour bus ride from Acapulco dropped us off in the middle of a road in a town called Pochutla at around midnight. No bus station, no lights, just us and the dirt road. Pochutla, a town of about 18,000, looks like a ghost town at midnight, and here we were, trying to make our way to an even more remote beach town in the off-season. We found a cab easily enough, and soon we were speeding down a dark and windy road into the forests of nothingness.

A Half hour later, we're dropped off, again at the side of the road, this time in Mazunte. With no lights or signs of life in sight, the only bit of comfort is the starlit sparkle of a clear midnight sky and the sound of the roaring waves somewhere nearby. We walked down the main road for a bit, desperately hoping for one of the 400 people living hear to be awake...With the eerie sounds of birds and insects and everything else in the great unknown, we had no choice but to make our way down the dark dirt path towards the roaring beach, in hopes of finding an open cabana. Feeling our way through the closed-restaurants on the beach, we headed toward the only dim light we could see, and could make out two figures in the distance. Someone was awake! Rushing toward them, I asked if they had any free cabanas, and for 100 pesos, we were lead to our sleeping quarters for the night.

The next 8 hours consisted of many strange and obscure noises, including hissing, pounding, and a very confused rooster who started his dawn calling at 3 in the AM.

Waking up to the beautiful beach of Mazunte made the last 12 hours worth it. We found a beatiful little hostel where we had a gorgeous beach view, and 5 consecutive days of basking in the sun, dabbling in the waves of the pacific, and eating fresh seafood.

Flying back from NYC this Saturday night, I was greeted by some of my favorite faces. Unfortunatly, come bedtime, I was welcomed by some not so friendly faces...bedbugs! Ya, that's right, I was attacked by bedbugs in the JC, and I am conveniently hyper-allergic to their bites. So now, I sit in the JC with a hand that is twice as swollen as it should be, and an arm three times as swollen as it should be.

Can I rewind to last week when my arms were a normal non-itchy size and I was sunbathing on the remote beaches of Mazunte?