Mazunte

Off we pop again, this time just down the road to another much smaller beach resort. This time to the little town of Mazunte, a place known for its bohemian character. We arrived on a collectivo, a small truck with an open back that people pack into. Unfortunately I manage to position myself right next to the person with the worst BO you’ve ever smelt ๐Ÿ˜‚. The boys are horrified to find out that not only does this little truck not have seatbelts, but that we have to stand up and hold on to rails for dear life. It’s very difficult to explain that we can do this here in Mexico but there’s not a chance we’d put you at this risk at home!!

It’s Johnnys pick of accommodation tonight and guess what, we arrive at a campsite ๐Ÿ˜ณ. We walk in and much to the boys delight, it’s deathly silent!! It appears that we’ve rocked up to an Ashram of a hostel….silence only between the hours of 7pm-10am!! Omg you try keeping 2 boys quiet, especially when the toilets are very open and you can hear everything that’s going on in there!!! Even I was bent in two with the inevitable uncontrollable explosive laughter!

Besides the luxury ๐Ÿ˜ณ accommodation, just a few minutes walk away are once again some absolutely stunning beaches. A bit of surf but also some much calmer little bays that are good for a Mum swim (I can’t get my hair wet every day or I look like a broom!).

As well as stunning beaches, there are yoga studios literally everywhere. I’m definitely on my own for this one but I managed to get up early and visit one of the yogi areas. Omg it’s incredible… perched up on top of a steep hill overlooking one of the bays, with Buddhist monks wandering around banging their gongs, and the place is completely silent. I nervously walk into a huge hall packed full of people who look like they know what they are doing for the meditation session. I wonder if I can actually manage to sit still for an entire hour, and yes it was possible for the first time in my life. It was an incredible experience, I actually enjoyed it and I didn’t fart once! I can’t imagine the rest of my family surviving though.

Next stop a smaller fishing village with an opportunity for circus skills training, a football field and a nudist beach….

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