My latest adventure in the wonderful town of Puerto Escondido? Storm chasing. Okay, that’s not really true because the last storm to hit the town was a category two hurricane: Hurricane Carlotta. So I actually did the exact opposite of chase: I listened to music in the fetal position in the corner of my room that was farthest away from windows and other objects susceptible to hurricane powers. Luckily Zoe decided to spend the night at Sol and Roger’s house with me, so we talked, listened to Bassnectar, lit velas, and invited Eli (another student) to come hang with us for a bit. Earlier that day, Zoe and I bought an ice cream cake to put in the freezer. So when the power went out at about 8PM, we thought, “Ice cream cake, power out, no freezer… problem.” The solution? Eat the entire ice cream cake between the two of us? Claro que sí. Couldn’t let that go to waste.
Chillin’ with las velas después de la luz se fue. We were going to tell scary stories, but then realized we didn’t know any.
The day after the storm, we walked the city to see the destruction. Here are some of the photos I took:
Leaves, sticks, branches… everywhere.
The roof of this hostel didn’t take the wind very well.
This photo was taken from a bridge above the river. The people on the left were bending over and picking things up. Treasure hunting after the storm? That was our first thought. But after asking and taking a closer look, we realized that these Puerto Escondidians were picking up little fish that had somehow ended up on land and throwing them back into the river. Qué bonita gente.
This fence near the entrance of Zicatela got ripped out of the cement wall because of the wind.
Hurricane: 1, Palapa: 0.
Lost puppy the day after the storm. And he was shaking like crazy with fear.
More palapa ruins.
Well this was a lifeguard hangout…
This guy told us he worked for a magazine based in London. He showed us a picture of the bodies of two girls who had died in the storm.
Collecting tesoros en la playa.
Eyes peeled for gems.
Zoe inspecting the damage in Zicatela.
Yet another palapa destruida.
Pobre perros de Puerto, they’re so helpless. But they have always looked like this: both before and after the storm.
Zoe in front of an artistic-looking wall that survived the storm. Also important to note: always adventuring con agua mineralizada en mano.
What was beach is now river. Demasiada lluvia.
Checking out the water that was draining into the ocean after all of the rain.
Tengo un idea. Found this light bulb in the mess of debris in Playa Marinero.
Proof that coconuts are capable of growing coconut trees.
Our new friend Remo who lives right by the ocean. He invited us back to his restaurant for cervezas another day.
Don’t throw trash on the beach.
Even after all the storm damage, there were still beautiful things to be found in Puerto… such as this plant?
“Puerto Escondido plays clean. Don’t litter.” I thought this would make a good desktop photo.
Mucha lluvia = mucha agua = escaleras, waterpark style.
Now that a week has passed since the storm hit, the town is looking a lot better. However, there is still a lot of work to be done. Luckily nothing happened to the house where I live, minus the fact that we lost power for a couple of days. Now the issue is that something (not very descriptive, sorry. But in all honestly, I don’t actually know the details of the problem) happened with the water supply and it won’t be fixed for about a month. We haven’t run out of water yet, but when we do… quien sabe. Just another experience to spice up my adventures in Mexico, I guess.