Off to Puerto Escondido, a small town on the pacific coast an hour's flight away. The flight was beautiful, past the two 5,000m+ volcanoes, Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl, their snow-covered summits peaking up through the clouds, then 250 miles of rugged hills, before descending to the coast, almost skimming the ocean before landing on PE's tiny airstrip.
The town's name means Hidden Port and it is. Or rather, it's still a sleepy beach resort which hasn't (yet) turned into the ghastly Acapulco, 100 miles up the coast. Our hotel is on a quiet, unmade road just off the Zicatella Beach. A couple of blocks away is a hangout for young beach bums, a couple of wizened Vietnam Vets and some soi dogs. It's hot, dusty and reminds us of Thailand - so we eat Thai and pinch ourselves that this isn't Ko Samui.