Weblog: Mexico Day 8: San Augustinillo to Oaxaca
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I got up at dawn, a bit cold. As soon as I walked towards the water, I could feel the warmth in the wind, because the water was warmer than the air. I saw some fishermen in the distance, so I started walking that way. I reached them, kept going a bit further, and then started on my way back. Then I got attacked by three dogs. The very same dogs that had nearly attacked me a few minutes earlier walking the other way, and which I avoided by quickly running into the water. I was so relaxed that I'd forgotten to be wary of them on the way back. This time one of them managed to nip me in the leg and scrape off some of my skin on my foot before I reteated into the water. A fisherman was walking in the opposite direction who had seen the attack, and he lifted up the big stick he was holding and motioned that the dogs were the reason he was carrying it. I'll keep that in mind next time.
We were curious about what else was along the road, so we followed it through some more villages (including the real Mazunte) until it reconnected with the highway, then turned around and drove back to Puerto Angel for breakfast, and then to Zipolite for some more relaxation. The Lonely Planet promised topless Europeans at this beach, but there were none to be found.
Aside: There were a lot of pickup trucks in all these villages with Alberta license plates.
In the early afternoon, we started on our way to Oaxaca. More of the usual beautiful scenery and getting lost in the towns that the road goes through. Plenty of altitude was gained and temperature was lost. We arrived in Oaxaca and drove around until we found a hotel with parking, then walked toward the Zocalo looking for a spot with some music to have some beers. We met up with some friendly locals and went to a pretty cool bar, where I enjoyed my first Tequila (but, being in Oaxaca, I should have had some Mezcal). One of the locals' friends ditched him, and he didn't want to pay (the first round was on me, but not the rest). We wanted to leave, but didn't want to leave the bill ensettled. I would have just payed for the guy, but Ed had to take a stand.
After it was clear that we weren't getting anywhere arguing, we chose to use patience and the advantage of being relatively sober (compared to this guy) and tried to wait it out. After an hour of that, Ed talked to the bouncer (who'd prevented the guy from leaving several times and was clearly getting annoyed with the whole situation, but seemed friendly enough) and our waitress to resolve the situation. We clearly showed what we had drank, and our money, with the bill, which was on the table in front of us. The bouncer picked up the bill as if to inspect it. He looked at the money, folded it, put it back down on the table, and said we were 100 pesos short. Both Ed and I knew for sure that we were not, but lo and behold, 100 pesos was missing. The manager was summoned. The waitress had seen our money before. The bouncer was accused. The now passed-out drunk guy's pockets were searched, he had nowhere near enough to cover his tab, let alone our 100 pesos. A few minutes later, the manager told us it would all be taken care of, shook our hands, and we were free to go. Ed asked whether they were going to beat the drunk up, and was assured that they would not. We were both a bit paranoid at this point, and quickly headed back to the hotel (I almost had to run to keep up). I do wonder what happened to the drunk, though, and I wish I'd just payed his tab in the first place.
Posted on Sat, 12 Oct 2020
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