this place is a sizzle of 38 degrees and questionable choices
so yeah, i landed here because some random booking thing said it was 'near the coast' and i thought sure why not. turns out it's 38 degrees. like, literally a sauna outside. i'm sweating through my camera bag right now. but hey, if you like fried air and mirages, this might be your spot.
quick answers
q: is this place worth visiting?
a: not if you hate heat. but if you're into searing sun and empty streets, yeah. i took 17 shots of a cactus in 20 minutes. it knew something was wrong.
q: is it expensive?
a: cheap for the most part. hostels go for $3 a night. local eats cost less than a coffee in nyc. but water? yeah, that'll set you back. stay hydrated or die trying.
q: who would hate it here?
a: people who can't live without ac. also, anyone who thinks 'desert vibes' = cozy. it's not vibey, it's literal hell.
q: best time to visit?
a: 5am or 7pm. everything else is a sweat session. i tried hiking at noon. my face peeled off.
here's the chaos: i met a local who swears by taking photos of your shadow at 3pm. he said the light turns everything to a crimson smear. i didn't believe him. turns out he's right. now i'm running around at 3:01 trying to catch the magic hour. also, someone told me the street food here is the real deal. but i heard a warning about the tacos. they might be 10 pesos, but they could make you hallucinate. i'm 50/50.
another thing? the weather here is like a villain in a bad movie. it doesn't change. 38.12 degrees, give or take. feels like 37.54 if you're standing still. but move, and you're a human oven. pressure's at 1002 hpa. whatever that means. humidity's 23%. dry as a brittle. i brought chapstick. it was useless. my lips are a thousand cavities now.
heard a rumor about the locals. they say tourists show up in droves during certain months. but i've seen nothing. just me, a goat, and a street artist drawing a self-portrait of a sweating tourist. he looks kinda judgy. maybe he knows something.
a final tip? if you're here for photography, slap a yellow filter on everything. the sun's so strong, it'll make your edits blush. also, avoid shooting anything white. it just turns to a greasy smear. trust me.
map stuff:
pictures? here:
someone on reddit said this place is a ghost town 50% of the year. but i don't think that's true. i saw 3 people max in 12 hours. maybe the ghost is the heat. it sneaks up on you. i almost got lost once. not because of the streets, but because my brain kept rewriting the directions in 38-degree code.
links: here's where to check: tripadvisor.com/reviews (look for 'heatwave' tags), yelp.com/place (search 'sizzling'), reddit.com/r/AskMexico (ask about the taco hallucinations), and instagram.com/at_local_visuals (they post heat survival hacks).
wrapping up: this place is a masterclass in suffering. but suffering can be artistic. i took a photo of my shoe melting in the sand. it's called 'the last act of cool.' maybe that's the point. or maybe i'm just desperate. either way, it's real.