The Beach Where Time Stood Still

Jeremy was on his way out of Mexico...departing Puerto Escondido thinking there was nothing left to experience until Central America. He was wrong. He pulled into a small beach town called Mazunte and felt a tinge from the beach that said he must stay for a couple days. And now its been 8 days and he`s still here. It was on this beach that Rauldo, a Mexican with major respect for the sea, invited to take Jeremy to some secret swimming spots and also helped him with his spanish. It was on this beach that Ed, a London bloke who was studying in Guadalahara, chose to pitch his hammock up next to the others and enjoy the pristine beach with them. So for the next week, the three of them ventured around Mazunte, exploring its hills, swimming in the beach and noticing how wet the water was, watching its amazing sunsets over Punta Cometa while sitting in bird shit, and communicating by any means necessary. Espaniol, English, body language...whatever, it didn`t matter. Jeremy learned more in one week on this beach with these two guys than any textbook or classroom could ever teach over a lifetime. Everything was discussed, from the generosity of Mexicans, to the Power of the Land, to just understanding the amazing concept of tranquilo ( I think Mexicans have about 345 words for `relax'). Needless to say, Mazunte will forever be etched in Jeremy`s mind. And it has nothing to do with the bicycle, but everything to do with Mexico. So to Mexico- gracias, thanks for having me.