The Detour:
After a solid Saturday of snoozing, I needed to exert myself a bit. Santa Cruz was too close for a good stretch. I rode my bike to Playa Entrega for the maiden trip of my fancy new mask and snorkel kit.
It´s hillier than I remembered. William, Jasmine and myself started to hike there last September and waved down a cab after dragging ourselves up the first hill. After that, it wasn´t so bad. I´d forgotten how, from that point on, the trip becomes even steeper. Next time I´ll use the shortcut. The road has been designed to keep traffic moving in a loop. I bypassed the wrong way exit and ended up putting at least another half kilometer on my trip. Not much until you realize it´s almost all straight up hill.
The reward for obeying the signs is a panoramic view by a lighthouse, a complete bonus as it´s off the main route on a flattish side road and a welcome rest stop for a cyclist.
The Drop:
After all that climbing, the last piece of road to the beach is an extreme drop. It´s another good reason to take that detour.
The brakes haven´t broken on my bike yet. They will. Everything does. I just started home from school one night and my chain fell apart. That has never happened to me before. Most of the trip is downhill so I coasted most of the way and made a pitstop at the bike shop. The young mechanic from Chiapas had it fixed in two minutes. No one there speaks English but we understood each other and all agreed that the derailleur would probably go next. As I faced down that hill, I wondered about the odds of both brake cables breaking at the same time.
The Beach:
Entrega may well be the best snorkeling beach of Huatulco. Lots to see. I could have reached out and touched or swum right through a huge school of yellowtail tuna. A channel leads straight around the bend to a smaller isolated beach.
There were a lot of us out there in the water, everyone so captivated by the world below there was an inclination to bump into each other once in a while. Some man said "Sorry. Sorry" when his little girl, on this cute little boogie board with a window to peer down through, bumped into me. Naturally, I forgave. I was just as likely the guilty party as anyone. He pointed out the cave I´d heard about and recommended a closer peek but I was feeling the chill and inclined to warm myself again on the sand. That will be good for another weekend.
Oh. Here comes another one right now. 30 minutes to go.
After a solid Saturday of snoozing, I needed to exert myself a bit. Santa Cruz was too close for a good stretch. I rode my bike to Playa Entrega for the maiden trip of my fancy new mask and snorkel kit.
It´s hillier than I remembered. William, Jasmine and myself started to hike there last September and waved down a cab after dragging ourselves up the first hill. After that, it wasn´t so bad. I´d forgotten how, from that point on, the trip becomes even steeper. Next time I´ll use the shortcut. The road has been designed to keep traffic moving in a loop. I bypassed the wrong way exit and ended up putting at least another half kilometer on my trip. Not much until you realize it´s almost all straight up hill.
The reward for obeying the signs is a panoramic view by a lighthouse, a complete bonus as it´s off the main route on a flattish side road and a welcome rest stop for a cyclist.
The Drop:
After all that climbing, the last piece of road to the beach is an extreme drop. It´s another good reason to take that detour.
The brakes haven´t broken on my bike yet. They will. Everything does. I just started home from school one night and my chain fell apart. That has never happened to me before. Most of the trip is downhill so I coasted most of the way and made a pitstop at the bike shop. The young mechanic from Chiapas had it fixed in two minutes. No one there speaks English but we understood each other and all agreed that the derailleur would probably go next. As I faced down that hill, I wondered about the odds of both brake cables breaking at the same time.
The Beach:
Entrega may well be the best snorkeling beach of Huatulco. Lots to see. I could have reached out and touched or swum right through a huge school of yellowtail tuna. A channel leads straight around the bend to a smaller isolated beach.
There were a lot of us out there in the water, everyone so captivated by the world below there was an inclination to bump into each other once in a while. Some man said "Sorry. Sorry" when his little girl, on this cute little boogie board with a window to peer down through, bumped into me. Naturally, I forgave. I was just as likely the guilty party as anyone. He pointed out the cave I´d heard about and recommended a closer peek but I was feeling the chill and inclined to warm myself again on the sand. That will be good for another weekend.
Oh. Here comes another one right now. 30 minutes to go.
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