Wastin' away again in Zipolite

Written by Kyle about Mexico. Feelin' normal
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So, what do you do when you're in a small beach town with nothing to do, but look at this?

Zipolite Beach

I'll tell you what you do.  Nothing.  You look at it.  You think.  You look at it some more.  You think some more.  You look at this:



You get the point.  Just to underscore what a typical beach day is like, here is my thought process:

3 pm: Hey, we found a nice spot on the beach!

3:15 pm: Mmmm..waves.  They are large.  Ooo..that was a big one.

3:30 pm:  We should play cards.

4:00 pm: Gin Rummy is stupid.  It requires too much luck.  I should be winning!

4:30 pm: 2 hours until happy hour.  Ugh.  Stupid time.  Go faster!

5:00 pm: There's another naked dude on the beach.  If I had a dime for every penis I have seen, I could pay for happy hour.  And why am I trying to read Gulliver's Travels?  Am I trying to learn the antiquated Old English words for things?

5:30 pm: I don't get Europeans.  The dad of the family next to us is changing swim trunks while talking to his topless daughter.  Is there any protocol here or is all nakedness ok?  I hope they will be clothed during happy hour so that I can have a drink without penises.

6:00 pm: Now there is a naked guy walking on the beach holding hands with another guy and they are passing the house with a pot flag.  If I have a more liberal moment in my life, I can't imagine what that will be.

6:30 pm: Wohoo!  Happy hour! 

Somedays just have to be for relaxing, you know?  What did you expect, that we would go around wrestling bears everyday?

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