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Day 6 – Oh My; Attack Of The Crock-A-Gators!

We must stop reading these books!

OMG, the alarm went off at 6:00 am, and we had two hours to get organized and be ready to head out at 8:00 am to visit Crocks and see the wildlife.

Thank you, Irene, for making this possible.

We were up as usual at 5:30 am, watched the Sun rise above the sea, and began to leave its mark on the world: HOT!

It is amazing to watch the thermostat register when the SuSunises.

Our destination has a tiny harbor, and we are glad we are the only ones here today!    Huatulco is a small but elegant view of Mexico.

The city is tucked away in a small harbor but has provisions for one large passenger ship.

The city was very clean, and many new buildings, mainly resorts, were being built in the area.

The beaches were pristine, and the water was still in the 80s.

We went to the check-in station in the theater and waited for our group number to be called. It was a half-mile walk to the bus, which went right through town so we could see the shops set up for tourists.

The buesses were brand new Toyotas and very clean.

We got on the bus and drove for almost an hour to the wildlife sanctuary.    The roads were pretty good, although there were speed bumps everywhere.     They must have driven over 75 speed bumps going and coming.

It was hotter than H-E double hockey sticks outside.

We ended up in Puerto Angel.

Did you know?    Porto Ángel (English: “Angel Port”) is a small coastal town in the Mexican state of Oaxaca located in the municipality of San Pedro Pochutla.    , along with San Agustinillo and Playa Zipolite, are known as the “Riviera Oaxaqueña”. It is located 9 km south of Pochutla, approximately 50 kilometers west of Huatulco, and 80 kilometers east of Puerto Escondido. Spite tourism development since the 1960s, the town is still primarily a fishing village on a small bay surrounded by rocky hills that lead into the Sierra Madre del Sur. It was founded in the mid-19th century as a port for the region’s coffee and lumber industries, but since then, other means of shipping these products have replaced it.

We were dropped off near the center of the little town and offered a chance to use the facilities, but we were good to go. We had another 1/4 mile walk to the boats—BOATS??

We had to walk through town to get to the ecological grounds and the crocs.

It was 95 degrees and a tad moist, but we made it courtesy of a lot of water!

Mary carried our saddle bags, and then we traded off.

One of the guides took us on small boats around the area. The place was teeming with iguanas, birds, and even crocodiles! We were cautioned not to put our hands into the water, as we could lose them.

The boats held about 16 people each, and off we went.

As we paddled toward the ocean, we saw the first crocodile. It was conversing with the vulture about the possibility of breakfast! The Pacific Ocean is over the sand.

I was basking in the sun with a friend.

Birds were making extremely loud sounds in the trees. The folks in front of us were bird watchers, and it was interesting to listen to their banter about what the birds were.



One has to look carefully to see the Iguanas walking down to their daily treat provided by our guides.    The Iguanas are green and brown and match the foliage quite well.

Look carefully for the Iguanas; many in this tree are coming for a snack.

We were up close and personal with these guys, who were 15 feet long and probably 50 years old.    Needless to say, we did not jump the fence and scratch them, no matter what they said.

The crocks were not moving fast, but when they saw Mary, I saw that the big one licked his lips and smiled.

As Mary said, “If it gets any hotter, I’ll have to take off stuff I really ought to keep on.”

Take a good at Smiley!

Come over here little girl, I won’t bite!

We strolled through the deer enclosure, where the friendly little creatures approached us.   They appeared to be well cared for.

Heading back, the guide offered us a place to sit in the shade and drink.     We were brave and had a bottled beer.    The lovely lady brought us Quesadillas, and I figured they had enough tourists to be careful not to poison us, so I ate the quesadillas.     So far, so good!

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Lunch is a little grass shack!

The open-air kitchen was loaded with exciting pots and pans, and the stone grill was hot! T The fire was like a pizza oven!

We could feel the heat several feet away!

We arranged for a tour of the kitchen, which was quite interesting!

The most modern appliances!  Not an electric cord in sight!

The Iguana came over and wanted a bite.

He came over to say hello!

Back to the boats for a quick trip across the river.

Be careful there, big boy; you do not want to choke a croc!

I had it made since she assisted me.

“What do you mean there are crocks in the water??”Getting in and out of the little boat was exciting.

The hour-long drive was enjoyable.    Mary and I sat in the front seat with the driver, and he and Mary conversed in Spanish; she got to practice, and we got the low-down on the trip!

The town square was right on the beach!

We had planned to sit and have a Margarita on the beach, but we were so hot and damp that we decided a trip to our cabin was in order.    Then, we went to the 18th floor for a restful afternoon with music and our readers.

To the room to freshen up!

We went to Sabatini, a specialty Italian restaurant, for dinner. It   was quite good, and we had dinner with David again! There was more conversation and sharing. Mary had the Veal Scallopini while I opted for two appetizers plus a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. YUM!

Great fun to talk to!

After all the heat today, we were exhausted so we skipped dancing and went to bed.


About Paul

Just an old retired guy trying to finish out my last years on this planet. I lost my best friend and wife in early 2020. I was blessed again by reconnecting with Dr. Mary Côté, a long-time friend. Mary and I got married July 28th, 2021, and are enjoying life together and plan to spend the rest of our lives being a blessing to our friends and family.
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One Response to Day 6 – Oh My; Attack Of The Crock-A-Gators!

  1. Bob Carlson says:

    Enjoying your communications!
    What were your ports of call in Mexico?
    Are you stoping in Costa Rica?

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