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Day 91

We have spent the last few days enjoying beach life, first in a small beach called Mazunte and then a slightly larger one, called Zipolite. In Manzute we had a great cabana on the beach, with a palapa roof and walls only about 1 metre high. The view of the ocean was amazing, and nothing beats the feeling of falling asleep to the sound of the ocean.

Spent our days in Mazunte doing lots of body surfing, although at times the ocean got a little rough and threw us about in the surf. This however was nothing compared to the waves we saw when we arrived at Zipolite.

The night before had been a huge storm and the waves were reaching close to 3 metres high and rolling into the beach at an incredible rate. Red flags were up which meant no swimming, but we could still play a little in the surft and it was amazing how strong the undercurrent was so close to the shore.

A little while after we arrived in Zipolite we met a couple of local volunteer lifeguards (salvavidas). They were great fun, but superchilled, and laid back in their approach to lifesaving, which mainly consisted of hanging out in a bar on the beach (not drinking of course) and responding when they heard someone scream help. Probably not much help when the music is playing then!

Our final day in Zipolite we finally succumbed to Illness. First Jo, then I. Spent a day in bed, but all in all not too dramatic, and certainly not as bad as I had feared. We are unagreed as to the cause, but I still have my money on the incredibly cheap bottle of locally brewed Mezcal we bought the night before.