Mexico- Oaxaca & Zipolite

"I'm on the road to nowhere..." The words of David Byrne are never far away.

Oaxaca town square:

"Eh, gringo, you wanna some mariachi? Twenty pesos."

"Quite frankly, mi amigo, I'd rather hack off my very own clems with a rusty Mach 3 razor."

"Zig-a-zig-aahh you say? Nope. You've lost me. Hum it us again..."

Sundown at Zipolite in southern Oaxaca- one of the very nicest places I've ever visited. And I'm not even being sarcastic.

"How many dollars an hour??!! Hold on, I ain't got enough fingers!" I only wanted to rent a boat, not raise the bloody Titanic.

Sgt Wilko showing off a hair-triggerfish. Not the first she's encountered on her travels.

Is this legal? He needs to be told. The front view was even worse, with the head of Spiderman (??) right on the tip of the 'bulge'. Clearly a Christmas present from the wife. I wonder, did it come with a cape and mask?

Zipolite beach. Where all the big cocks hang out.

Fishing boats at Puerto Angel. They never seemed to move from the beach for some reason.

How did they get a size 2/0 hook and a half a squid in their mouths? That is the question, and one I shall never know an answer too.

The classic Shimano Baitrunner 4500 reel in action. It's armed with with a solid aluminium spool, titanium body, waterproof drag system and computer designed ergonomics.

Mahi Mahi Mahi!!! It got a couple of good punches off before I finally got it in a headlock and won the Wrangle Of The Panga!

As yet another fishing trip disappeared in a puff of bullshit & confusion during that early morning at Mazunte, the only thing to pass the time was to snap a few pictures til the cafe opened.

Adios Mexico...

Beach-Life at Tulum, Mexico. Sucks. Honest (!)