Our circular two-month route of Oáxaca state started in the beach town of Puerto Escondido, and so it ends in the beach town of Huatulco (except that we return briefly to Escondido to fly home).
The ADO bus trip was comfortable and uneventful.
Bahías de Huatulco is known for its pristine nine bays and thirty-six beaches. In pre-Hispanic times, various indigenous groups utilized the bays for food, salt extraction, the harvesting of a marine snail to make a rare purple dye used in sacred textiles and as a regional first line of defence.
When the Spanish arrived, they established Santa Cruz Bay as a commercial port for trade with Peru and Asia.
Today, Mexico markets it as the anti-Cancun place to be, tranquil and uncrowded, with plenty of green space. We have two weeks here and settle into an apartment in 'town', La Crucecita.
La Crucecita is a planned town, laid out in sectors. We stay in sector M, a residential area known for its quiet and green spaces. The building has a huge rooftop sitting area where we enjoy early mornings and evenings.
In the green space across the street, we are reacquainted with birds from our days in Tulum. Green parrots fly overhead; the large and raucous chachalacas sound off at dawn and dusk; the kiskadees skim the pool in the back, and the white-throated magpie wags its head feathers and sounds as jays do. Flashes of brilliant yellow on black introduce us to a new bird: the yellow-winged cacique.
Tours from Huatulco are many and varied, restricted only by interests and bank accounts, some going to Puerto Escondido and beyond.
Sector H, the town center, is a 25-minute walk. The zocalo here is a shady, restful place surrounded by shops, restaurants with authentic food, the local Mercado de Artesanías, and Parroquia de Nuestra Señora de la Guadalupe.
The photos below are of the parroquia. In 2000, muralist José Ángel del Signo painted the ceiling with the world's largest image of the Virgin of Guadalupe. That and other images on the walls have been described as ''psychedelic''.
We go to the far end of the beach, away from the cruise ship dock. We can sit all day at a chair and table, and the servers are happy if we order a drink every once in a while, or something from the menu to share - no pressure. We are here in the off-season, and perhaps it is different in the main tourist season. The tables are mostly empty; the bored servers love to chat and joke around; the sea is calm, sandy and warm ... perfect.
On the way to the beach is a plaza with places to sit, a cafe, some shops and on one Sunday, a market with goods and music.
One of our favourite murals in Huatulco, especially liking how the roof is incorporated into the painting as a beach hat.
We divide grocery shopping between the big Chedraui store near the apartment and walking to another sector where there are small local markets, including fishmongers.
These are the only beaches in Mexico we have been to that rival the quality of sand and water in Southeast Asia. We would return for both the beach and more of Oaxaca City and the Central Valley.
In another direction our gaze falls on this unusual building that we guess is a vacation rental, but we never see anyone there. Perhaps it's a private mansion.
Passing through Play Principal, all the hallmarks of a party are there - shelters on the beach, people picnicking, music, kids running around - and suddenly we realize it's a fishing derby. It's hard to imagine catching a fish in this surf.
That's a wrap. We enjoyed the couple of days back in Puerto Escondido and will finish with some street art that we missed seeing the first time around:


























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