'प्यूर्टो एन्जल' - मैक्सिकन द्वीप सपना

Puerto Angel is not actually an island at all.

We haven't been on a single island in the past few weeks.

But I know islands very well.

So I know how it feels to be on an island.

And that's why the title.

Drinking game:

Take a shot of tequila for each ISLAND now.

Vamos!

And when you're drunk enough, you can loosen your tongues or untangle your fingers and tell me why out of all the people I know, only TWO have written or asked if I'm still alive in the past 5 days.

So if we suddenly disappeared here in Mexico (like thousands of other people do every day), you wouldn't even notice.

COLON FORWARDSLASH

And memo to myself:

Find new friends & family!

Seriously though, the past few days have been indescribable.

Turn off your phone. 

Put the other one on airplane mode. 

Social media detox.

Just the two of us.

Just this one beach.

Just this scorching sun that mercilessly burned my chubby belly.

Occasionally eat something.

Occasionally order a mojito.

Occasionally chill in the hammock that we had installed right on our terrace after asking for it.

We had a view of a picturesque bay. (I prepared you for it in the last blog)

A complete little cottage just for us.

With an open-air kitchen and all.

However, I didn't know that when I booked it and we were pretty blown away by it.

We then had our meals (which were usually Juli's responsibility) with a fantastic view.

I have no idea when I last ate like this.

I have no idea if I ever woke up like this and had this view.

I really don't know when it was so fucking awesome to hang in a hammock and be so close to the ocean.

That was basically what we had in our ears the whole time.

The surf.

The sound.

The waves crashing onto the rocks that basically bordered this unique beach.

We fell asleep with those sounds.

And woke up again.

We just had to go down a (quite adventurous) staircase and stood with our feet in the sand.

Three more steps and we could jump into the sea.

No roads.

Just this narrow, hidden, winding, unpaved path that led to the accommodation and that you really can't call a street.

So no cars, no scooters.

The only engine noises were from boats that occasionally passed by to disturb our island paradise.

Our island paradise, on an island that doesn't really exist.

Yeah yeah, I know. 😜

But it was still perfect.

And after 2 weeks, we finally arrived on vacation.

Even our skin became a shade darker during this time.

And me, who has actually somehow forgotten how to let go in recent years, was practically forced to do nothing.

Because there really was nothing there.

I even started reading again.

Stephen King was better before, but still: 

After only reading the back of shampoo bottles in recent years, it was a wonderful change.

Otherwise, the only thing that mattered on our island, which doesn't really is (blabla), was simply existing!

Breathing, eating, sleeping.

Occasionally killing a huge spider that dared to come too close to our 4 walls.

Yeah, we had walls.

Not so much ceiling though.

Because not only the kitchen was open-air,

no, the bathroom too.

So there were plenty of critters.

Spiders, geckos, ants, beetles the size of helicopters.

A real confrontation therapy for Juli, who will become a real outdoorsy guy if this continues. 😝

We also shared the hut with countless bats that hung around outside and occasionally one of them ventured into our kitchen and made a lot of noise at night. 

As you can see - Mexico is incredibly diverse! 🇲🇽 💙

And the longer we're here, the more we wonder why it took us so damn long to travel to this part of the world. 

Beautiful eagles circled above us all day, we saw hummingbirds and other amazing blue paradise birds with long outspread tails (that's what you call it with birds, right?). 

The people who were (like us) looking for peace and seclusion and shared our 'island' (zip it!) were fortunately of the calm sort.

There weren't very many of them anyway. 

You could always find seats on the beach. 

Always a free hammock with a view of the water. 

(Not as great as our own on our terrace, of course, but still nice.) 

We felt like we were in a different world. Honestly. 

The taxi driver who brought us from the bus terminal in Pochutla told us beforehand that the place is beautiful. (impressive that he even knew an English word, right?) Anyway, he didn't promise too much.

By the way, it's the same taxi driver in whose car Juli and I left all our luggage after knowing him for just 2 minutes. 

Before that, we had to do a major shopping to be able to take care of ourselves. You know, on islands there's nothing else. 😜

So, "Hola taxi driver. Before you drive us to Casa Luna, can you wait until we finish our shopping and stuff?"

Who knows, it'll work out, right, Flosse? Rucksacks in the trunk and off to the bank to exchange money. 

Juli:

"Even if he drives away now, luckily he only has our clothes in the car."

Me in my thoughts, sweating on my forehead not only from the heat:

"Uh yeah, clothes that have about 2000 euros of cash in them."

You wouldn't believe how quickly I crossed the street again and looked for the driver who in my imagination was already gone. 

And not only in my imagination. 

The car was actually no longer where it had been parked before. 

🤯 Shock! 🤯 

Then relief, when the Chico waved happily at me from a different side.

He had just parked somewhere else. 

Memo to myself: 

Give a good tip because he didn't rob us. 

When we arrived at the 'hotel', all the stress fell off us. 

You already know the rest after all my praise. 

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Of course, we wouldn't be ourselves if there weren't a few unexpected things happening. 

And I'm going to tell you about them now:

On the second day there, I got on a kayak and set off.

Juli couldn't because of her disability, so I went alone. 🛶 

In Puerto Escondido, it wouldn't have been possible because the surf is too strong and I would probably have drowned before I could even say the word kayak. 

Well. But here it wasn't really a big deal.

Protected by the bay, the sea was much calmer.

Yeah, the current here was also not without. 

And the waves at the shore were still stronger than, say, in the Mediterranean. 

But like I said: No big deal! 

So I got on and paddled away. 

Worked great. 

All good when paddling in and out. 

Yeah well-

my headphones broke, because I had the brilliant idea of listening to music on the kayak, but the rest was fine... 

Until... well... until I underestimated the surf quite a bit the third time I went kayaking.

I let myself be carried towards the beach by the current and the waves. 

You automatically land on the sand and can easily get off, even for a klutz like me.

Kayak stranded. 

Vivi too. 

So I got off the boat, shook the water out of my ear, when a big wave threw the kayak, which had just been on the sandbank in front of me, back and knocked me over at full speed. 

This yellow (damn heavy) missile hit my knee and shin with full force and I saw stars for a moment. 

I couldn't hold on anymore and my old carcass immediately gave way. 

So I not only had unbearable pain, but also suddenly no more bikini top or sunglasses, as the wave "took" them both. 

Really great. Not.

Guys, believe me - I was a sight to behold.

And even more so in combination with Juli. 

Limping leg and Flosse on an adventure.

Wonderful!

Since that day, the following applies:

Leg swollen. 
Leg bruised.
Leg ouch.

I can't walk properly anymore and I even have to be careful how I move in the water because I currently have no stable footing. 

And how about you? 😑😅

But you know what?

Do you know that in retrospect it was almost perfect that it happened? 

Because if I hadn't sat on the beach, looking at the water, instead of clumsily maneuvering the paddle through the waves

-I would never have seen the whale spouts!

Yes, you read that right.

There was a fucking whale !!!!!!!!

On our beach.

On our island. (🤫) 

Of course, it was relatively far away.

And even though I'm just as good at estimating distances as I am at kayaking

- I saw a fucking whale!

We saw its spout three times, crystal clear, when it breathed in (or breathed out?) 

And its back or fin twice. 

Man, that was exciting!!

You see or can imagine, it will be very difficult for us to leave the Pacific, and when you read this, we will have almost done it.

In addition to stinking socks, we also have plans in our luggage that need to be carried out before we return to Germany, and at least one Nike box full of anticipation for things that are yet to come. So one eye cries while the other laughs, as they say. 

So

Goodbye, friends!!

WE'LL BE BACK.

PS: I wanted to mention that our island beach was exactly 334 steps long. 

I walked (or rather hobbled) the entire length from beginning to end myself (counting very carefully) just to be able to give you these data. 

PPS: A waiter gave the Hitler salute when we told him we're from Alemania (Germany).

PPPS: The food at the restaurant was shit.