Ollie, Shay and a Hippie from London went on a pilgrimage deep into the Oaxacan Mountains. Our quest was to find out more about the spiritual practises of the Mazatec Indians in Hauatla de Jimenez and also to have a break from the rainy season's unbearable coastal heat by escaping up to the cool mountains. The journey was very windy and slow, above the clouds, at over 2800 meters above sea level.　It was the 'Hippie', Richard that we met in Mazunte who got us on...

"I strongly suggest you check-out Chacahua. It's beautiful there, with an awesome right-hand point break. The road in is good and it's easy to find......" Noels words echoed in our heads, particularly the bit about the good roads. We had been bumping down a scenic but terribly potholed dirt track for the past hour, taking wild guesses when confronted with unsigned forks in the road. The sun was going down and soon we would be in darkness. 'Never drive a...

The "Long board Heaven" of La Saladita is where Shay came down with the surfing bug. We found the rustic accommodations and left point break of El Rancho, unadvertised and remote, yet the worst kept secret spot in Mexico. In Acapulco we got crazy traffic, VW Beetles and front row seats to see Acapulco's La Quebrada Clavadistas (Cliff-divers). Read about our experiences in the State of Guerrero!　At Last, a surfing breakthrough for Shay! We were excited...

From surf draught to surfed-out in just two weeks. The amazing surf spots of Pascuales, La Ticla and Rio Nexpa put the surfing back into our trip. Yes, Shay got into the water too! And we have not caught the Swine Flue yet!　Since Melaque, Ollie's grumpiness over no surf, has transitioned into grumpiness over too much surf; a little too big to handle. As of writing there has been 14 continuous days, with two to three surf sessions per day… and still counting. ...

We were trapped in the small town of Melaque, locked securely behind the gates of our little hideaway; safe from the thousands of drunken revellers but not the headache inducing noise of the nearby discoteca's. Sleep deprived and cranky, we were taken unawares by Semana Santa (Holy Week), Mexico's biggest holiday of the year.　We had mixed feelings and expectations for mainland Mexico knowing it is much more developed and populated than Baja. The first 2 weeks p...