From Guadalajara to Puerto Escondido and On! – 20220426

After recovering from my quinceñera hangover I booked a flight back to Puerto Escondido. I flew over, took a taxi to my hotel, and went to grab a coffee and wait for Sam, who was watching my motorcycle, to wake up.

Everything in Puerto Escondido is made for foreigners who are there for surf lessons so at the coffee shop I ordered, “the big wave” and an espresso. I soaked in the surfer vibes and got high on caffeine.

Sam messaged me eventually and I went to pick up the motorcycle and I picked up a bunch of Coronas for him. We popped open a couple coronas after noticing they were the tiny ones. I put the bike back together and we chatted a bunch. He is a super interesting dude from Switzerland that I would hear about again down the line.

After leaving Sam’s place I stopped by a welder where I would buy a fat steel washer and the guy welded it on for 100 pesos. The BEST $5 I have ever spent in my entire life. I was having so many issues with the kickstand sinking in and the bike falling everywhere I put it. Now I can essentially I was a little worried the added weight would pull it down while riding but I have had 0 issues with that.

Puerto Escondido would mark the last city on the Coast I would be at for a long while. I had followed coastlines one way or another all the way down to Puerto Escondido. It was one of the big reasons I had started the motorcycle trip to begin with. A ridiculous amount of people had recommended it to me over the years and it had floated high on my list of places to go.

I had initially thought I would pretty much just drive down and live there for a few months, and then drive back. But my trip was slower than I had anticipated, there were too many other places I liked on the way, and the looming end of my 6 month permit pushed me to go further. I also just did not love Puerto Escondido as much as I thought I would. This trip has made me abundantly aware that I love tropical mountain rivers a lot more than beaches. I find beaches to be pretty good places to read and drink an espresso and I always find myself wondering what the hell people do after that.

So from Puerto Escondido I would set my compass inland to the world of monkeys, warm streams, and enormous shady trees.