Lagunas De Chacauhua

Our wait is compounded by the oppressive humid air, each warm gulp threatening to drown us. This is the second of four transfers we will make today, a process that inflates our two hour trip into three or even four. Rather than give in to agitation, we slowly work our way through a bag of mandarines, which, like the air, is a combination of drinking and eating. Between slices we focus on our breathing. We have grown accustomed to this wait in the crossroads town of Rio Grande, as it serves as the hub between Puerto Escondido and Parque Nacional Lagunas de Chacahua. In future visits we will discover a vegetarian burrito van, goat tacos, and high speed internet, all travelers companions which help to pass the time. However, on this occasion, we sit idly, dustily, and silently.