Mid February 2020
This is one more excursion during our Stay in Zipolite in a short story.
Safebare, DF and I are out for a stroll over to Love Beach. We have about a mile of sand and surf stretched out before us. The beach is lined with various tourist oriented enterprises, which are fun to observe along the way. The variation is tremendous. The quaint thatch beach shack motif is continuing to be popular.
It is obvious that at any point, we can stop off and enjoy Mexican style sea food, or refreshment. We do.
There’s a place under an umbrella with three chairs that seems to be waiting for us. Dressed only in relaxed toothy grins we are relishing the beach sand, as we dig our toes in under the table and watch the passersby as they interrupt the trance of the ocean’s dance. We talk, and everything is delicious.
It is an easy interruption during the easy hike to Love Beach.
Love Beach is over a hill on the east side of the expanse of the main beach. Most people don’t show up there. It seems to be perceived as secluded, but there is an easy to find concrete walkway, which has steps with round river rocks embedded in it.
This beach has an internet reputation as a mostly gay beach. I’ve seen a few pictures. At the moment, that’s about all I know, as I first lay sight on it.
There are a couple of thatched shacks down there. They serve pop and some liquor drinks. One offers fresh oysters on the half shell. Apparently, they get them there in the rocks.
It is a cute beach cove and I’ve been told that there is no heavy undertow to be dangerous. We find no worries.
This isn’t to say the waves can’t be massive and it is a cove, which means that two sides are filled with rock and pounding waves. There can be swimming, it depends on the tide. The water can come up to cover the whole beach at high tide.
The first thing that I notice is the family atmosphere here, kids playing with kids and their parents. It feels very friendly. There is to be an influx of obviously happy gay men around sunset, who take to the waves like a naked platoon. I think that there is a tradition to that. This afternoon reveals Love Beach to be demographically as a mix.
It seems that all of the wildlife is colored black. We see something shiny and movements on the dark rocks near the surf. It is black crabs. We have been here for some time, not noticing them with their dark matching lack of color. DF quickly grabs her camera in pursuit.
She climbs upon the craggy mass, as the waves spray and slosh through the rock formations. Strangely, when we look at the photos, the crabs show a great deal of color.
Around the back, is another very small cove, a sort of passageway for high tide. We explore and discover it is a tide pool.
A small, again black, fish has gotten trapped and a lady has harvested it. She holds as ugly a fish as I have ever seen.
I take photos, imbibing the place and DF dances in the small waves, as Safebare wanders around the corner on the rock formations.
A friendly lady comes by with a ukulele to join in.
Lou also offers a tattered joint, if I have a match. I’m not interested in such. I don’t know the law, but I was told by one internet source that it is legal in Zipolite. I wouldn’t count on that. There was a French Canadian woman, who was smoking hash at one of the beachside restaurants.
We are certainly drawn into the atmosphere.
The sun is beginning to set as we make our way back.
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