Feb 21/2001 Tragic Fire burns town!Fire!
Zipolite's Downtown Burns!
I
was showing Margarita my braids, when a boy raced past, "el loco!" we
teased.Then there was yelling in Spanish, I thought I heard "mort!" for a
moment I thought someone was drowning, and the boy was racing for help.
Fire!!
Fire, someone yelled. There's a fire at the Tao. I raced to the back of
Daniel's Brisa Marina, and looked up to see big red flames and thick
black smoke coming from the top of the Tao. It was true! Oh my God, this
whole place is going to go. I had just moved to the Lavendria and was
so pleased with my new little home.
My little palapa
was new with pink cement walls that went half way up and then wood
continued to the new thatch roof. There was a nice bed with a mosquito
net, desk and waste basket. I had decorated it with calalilies,( $1US
for a bunch), grass mats, and sarongs. It was very cosy. The bathrooms
and showers were clean and the rent was only $800 pesos a month. Perfect
being on the incredibly tight budget I was on.
My
stuff!!! my brain screamed at me. I raced to my room. The girl in the
room next door was there. I yelled at her, get your stuff, "There's a
Fire, the Tao is on fire, this whole place could go."
I
ran inside and started throwing things in. I knew I could never get it
all in my packs, they had taken hours to squeeze everything in just
right. I had to make decisions, any minute the thatch roof might catch
and then I'd be trapped either in the room or the courtyard. I was
freaking. Things were popping and crackling. I was sure there would be
an explosion with so many cars, not to mention everyone in Mexico has
gas, and big propane tanks. I grabbed what I could and ran out into the
street,toward Peter Pan's the Bakery and the Ziponet e-mail place.
What
should I do?? I had forgotten my shoes, one part of me yelled go back,
go back, and the other just watched in horror as the flames engulfed the
the palapa of the Tao, three floor hotel/restaurant.
A
huge cloud of black smoke rolled our way and the flames licked the sky.
With my half-empty packs and my little suitcase (that carried a very
old 486 laptop). I made my way towards the main road, thinking that I
would get a room in Pochutla and come back tomorrow.
My
packs were light, because I had left a lot behind, but I just couldn't
go back, now, it was too late. Oh, my God, what a nightmare. How could
this be happening to my beautiful Zipolite?
There was a
girl in the cab; she had a baby with her. Sarah was her name. She said I
could get a room at her friends at the end of the beach. I said
"Thanks!" I was so grateful. So that's where I went. Later that day...
The
fire burned and burned, I could watch it from the east end where I was.
The fire was right in the middle of downtown. All the things that
burned kept popping into my head. Now I have no lavender oil to protect
against mosquitoes, I thought...and then I thought, how petty, when so
many people lost everything. It's a disaster.
It all
went up. All the pretty sarongs, and grass mats, and the beautiful
calalilies I bought in the market. The lavandria....All gone now. Ashes,
...Daniel's Brisa Marina, ashes...where I lazed in the hammock watching
all the beautiful sunsets. It's all gone now. Everything..even the
hammock..I hung around the east end posada for a long time watching the
fire from afar.The fire would slow and then grow again. Huge flames
leaping into the sky. The People, the people I prayed, please God let
everyone be o.k. My camera, I cried inside. Maybe it didn't burn, I
prayed, but I knew.
The fire raged off and on for a few
hours, huge billowing black clouds, and flaming red fingers reached
skyward and back towards the road. It looked as if it was just going to
keep burning and burning. I was really nervous but then we realized
there was a lagoon. There was a lot of space between where the fire
could reach and my temporary new home. Someone arrived and said One by
one, going through the people.
Time wears on. For each person they make a report that has about 5 copies. There
is carbon paper in between each one. Incredible.
Lupe,
who I believe is Kiko's dad took me to see Solidad, who had a list, and
was speaking with a man who could speak very good English. I explained
about all the things I lost and about the $900.00 pesos ($90US) that I
had paid in advance for my rent at the lavandria.
I
also told them all, that I build web pages, and was going to try and get
some help for these people. The man told me that he was from the state
and he was also trying to help these people.
He asked
me if he really thought the state should or would actually pay for the
personal belongings that I lost. I said," no, not really", and then for
some reason we all laughed and smiled...."but", I said, "what really
want and need is that $90US that I paid in advance". Solidad and the man
laughed and spoke in Spanish, and then he said, he had asked Solidad,
if I knew that they only had the clothes on their backs and nothing
else.
The rent I paid was burned along with everything else. There had been no time to save anything.
The
man said that there were alot of tourists that lost everything and that
they were going to try and help these people. He said that I was to go
to a meeting at two o'clock that afternoon at the San Cristobal
restaurant. As I wandered about to pass the time, I entered what was
once Daniel's Brisa Marina, now just a burned out shell. Nothing was
left except the cement and rebar. My original little cement room, looked
empty and the same but everything else was gone.It looked like a bomb
went off. All black and charred.
It was there that I
ran into Francisco, who had had the little store between the Tao and the
Pizza place. He asked if I was o.k and I told him of my experience and
loses.
Then he told me he lost everything, he had
nothing but the shirt and pants he was wearing. I told him how sorry I
was, and hugged him, hoping to add the tiniest bit of comfort.
Francisco was always so sweet, everytime I visited the store, he always called me gaupa(waupa-pretty). It's so incredibly sad.
All
day was like that, as I wandered to and from my regular haunts, I would
run into people telling me they only had what they were wearing.
Everything, Todo(All) is gone. Nada, nothing left.
I
went up to Shambhala and spoke with people there. A man was telling
about another fire that November, but they stopped it. They couldn't do
it this time though. He said they tried so hard, but they just couldn't.
It was the wind. It was blowing so hard, it was just like a raging
forest fire, leaping across the top of the cabanas, from one thatch roof
to another, leaving a blazing trail in it's wake.
Finally,
I headed down to the meeting, and as I was wandering, I heard my new
friend L, calling my name. He had helped my look for my new home
originally. L. had been very worried, he didn't know what had happened
to me. I told him story and then asked if he was o.k
L.
had been in the process of moving. His things were in the street. He
had stopped to help a friend with something, and then the fire had
started. He was helping with the fire, and then realized that all his
things were in jeopardy, and by then it was too late. All his
possessions burned. He also lost about $200US in pesos that he'd had
hidden in a book.
He was alive, and only had a small
burn on his foot. We were both very lucky we agreed through our tears.
We went together to the meeting to see if we could get some sort of
help.
I found the man at the meeting and he said to go
back to where all the people were and to fill out a report. So we did,
and we waited and waited. It it took hours. A bed, that had been
salvaged was set up, and burned out tourists from the Tao were lying on
it. They had lost everything, passports, money,everything, they only had
the clothes they had on..
**Story has been shortened.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Photos of the Fire
Just thinking now...as I put up these photos and relive this...I wonder...what would have happened...with twitter and facebook and all...would I have been able to help more...would everyone there...the tourists, the people...it would a have been soooo different...I mean they came with typewriters to write the report...how the world has changed soooo much in JUST 10 YEARS! Amazing! I just shake my head...what will happen in ten more years...
Friday, May 14, 2010
Zipolite Fire 2001
I came across this, it's from back when the fire happened and I had a different website called Imagivity.com, when I took that site down...Ivanjay must have copied and posted this on yahoo...so now I found it and reposted here. Thanks Ivan...I sort forgot all this...it's been 9 years
Feb 21/2001 Tragic Fire burns town!Fire!
Zipolite's Downtown Burns!
I was showing Margarita my braids, when a boy raced past, "el loco!" we teased.Then there was yelling in Spanish, I thought I heard "mort!" for a moment I thought someone was drowning, and the boy was racing for help.
Fire!! Fire, someone yelled. There's a fire at the Tao. I raced to the back of Daniel's Brisa Marina, and looked up to see big red flames and thick black smoke coming from the top of the Tao. It was true! Oh my God, this whole place is going to go. I had just moved to the Lavendria and was so pleased with my new little home.
My little palapa was new with pink cement walls that went half way up and then wood continued to the new thatch roof. There was a nice bed with a mosquito net, desk and waste basket. I had decorated it with calalilies,( $1US for a bunch), grass mats, and sarongs. It was very cosy. The bathrooms and showers were clean and the rent was only $800 pesos a month. Perfect being on the incredibly tight budget I was on.
My stuff!!! my brain screamed at me. I raced to my room. The girl in the room next door was there. I yelled at her, get your stuff, "There's a Fire, the Tao is on fire, this whole place could go."
I ran inside and started throwing things in. I knew I could never get it all in my packs, they had taken hours to squeeze everything in just right. I had to make decisions, any minute the thatch roof might catch and then I'd be trapped either in the room or the courtyard. I was freaking. Things were popping and crackling. I was sure there would be an explosion with so many cars, not to mention everyone in Mexico has gas, and big propane tanks. I grabbed what I could and ran out into the street,toward Peter Pan's the Bakery and the Ziponet e-mail place.
What should I do?? I had forgotten my shoes, one part of me yelled go back, go back, and the other just watched in horror as the flames engulfed the the palapa of the Tao, three floor hotel/restaurant.
A huge cloud of black smoke rolled our way and the flames licked the sky. With my half-empty packs and my little suitcase (that carried a very old 486 laptop). I made my way towards the main road, thinking that I would get a room in Pochutla and come back tomorrow.
My packs were light, because I had left a lot behind, but I just couldn't go back, now, it was too late. Oh, my God, what a nightmare. How could this be happening to my beautiful Zipolite?
There was a girl in the cab; she had a baby with her. Sarah was her name. She said I could get a room at her friends at the end of the beach. I said "Thanks!" I was so grateful. So that's where I went. Later that day...
The fire burned and burned, I could watch it from the east end where I was. The fire was right in the middle of downtown. All the things that burned kept popping into my head. Now I have no lavender oil to protect against mosquitoes, I thought...and then I thought, how petty, when so many people lost everything. It's a disaster.
It all went up. All the pretty sarongs, and grass mats, and the beautiful calalilies I bought in the market. The lavandria....All gone now. Ashes, ...Daniel's Brisa Marina, ashes...where I lazed in the hammock watching all the beautiful sunsets. It's all gone now. Everything..even the hammock..I hung around the east end posada for a long time watching the fire from afar.The fire would slow and then grow again. Huge flames leaping into the sky. The People, the people I prayed, please God let everyone be o.k. My camera, I cried inside. Maybe it didn't burn, I prayed, but I knew.
The fire raged off and on for a few hours, huge billowing black clouds, and flaming red fingers reached skyward and back towards the road. It looked as if it was just going to keep burning and burning. I was really nervous but then we realized there was a lagoon. There was a lot of space between where the fire could reach and my temporary new home. Someone arrived and said One by one, going through the people.
Time wears on. For each person they make a report that has about 5 copies. There
is carbon paper in between each one. Incredible.
Lupe, who I believe is Kiko's dad took me to see Solidad, who had a list, and was speaking with a man who could speak very good English. I explained about all the things I lost and about the $900.00 pesos ($90US) that I had paid in advance for my rent at the lavandria.
I also told them all, that I build web pages, and was going to try and get some help for these people. The man told me that he was from the state and he was also trying to help these people.
He asked me if he really thought the state should or would actually pay for the personal belongings that I lost. I said," no, not really", and then for some reason we all laughed and smiled...."but", I said, "what really want and need is that $90US that I paid in advance". Solidad and the man laughed and spoke in Spanish, and then he said, he had asked Solidad, if I knew that they only had the clothes on their backs and nothing else.
The rent I paid was burned along with everything else. There had been no time to save anything.
The man said that there were alot of tourists that lost everything and that they were going to try and help these people. He said that I was to go to a meeting at two o'clock that afternoon at the San Cristobal restaurant. As I wandered about to pass the time, I entered what was once Daniel's Brisa Marina, now just a burned out shell. Nothing was left except the cement and rebar. My original little cement room, looked empty and the same but everything else was gone.It looked like a bomb went off. All black and charred.
It was there that I ran into Francisco, who had had the little store between the Tao and the Pizza place. He asked if I was o.k and I told him of my experience and loses.
Then he told me he lost everything, he had nothing but the shirt and pants he was wearing. I told him how sorry I was, and hugged him, hoping to add the tiniest bit of comfort.
Francisco was always so sweet, everytime I visited the store, he always called me gaupa(waupa-pretty). It's so incredibly sad.
All day was like that, as I wandered to and from my regular haunts, I would run into people telling me they only had what they were wearing. Everything, Todo(All) is gone. Nada, nothing left.
I went up to Shambhala and spoke with people there. A man was telling about another fire that November, but they stopped it. They couldn't do it this time though. He said they tried so hard, but they just couldn't. It was the wind. It was blowing so hard, it was just like a raging forest fire, leaping across the top of the cabanas, from one thatch roof to another, leaving a blazing trail in it's wake.
Finally, I headed down to the meeting, and as I was wandering, I heard my new friend Lalo, calling my name. He had helped my look for my new home originally. Lalo had been very worried, he didn't know what had happened to me. I told him story and then asked if he was o.k
Lalo had been in the process of moving. His things were in the street. He had stopped to help a friend with something, and then the fire had started. He was helping with the fire, and then realized that all his things were in jeopardy, and by then it was too late. All his possessions burned. He also lost about $200US in pesos that he'd had hidden in a book.
He was alive, and only had a small burn on his foot. We were both very lucky we agreed through our tears. We went together to the meeting to see if we could get some sort of help.
I found the man at the meeting and he said to go back to where all the people were and to fill out a report. So we did, and we waited and waited. It it took hours. A bed, that had been salvaged was set up, and burned out tourists from the Tao were lying on it. They had lost everything, passports, money,everything, they only had the clothes they had on..
While we were waiting, people brought around food for us, and juice and water.They gave out difficult. She will be returning in November and it would be very nice to help her.
Juanito and Tomasita and children-lost everything-they are rebuilding, but it will cost a lot,and the government is only helping with a small amount of cash and a line of credit. They have already rebuilt a few buildings. Stay tuned as I tell you wonderful stories of this family and their strength.
Tina Winterlik(me)(Canada),-cabana tenant- Nikon zoom espio 928 camera, tripod & film, photographs, essential oils, tape recorder, tapes, clothes, hat etc. On the bright side, since my camera burned, I needed an outlet for my artistic energy. I started to paint-watercolours. Many people really encouraged me, and I hope that I will be able to show you my paintings soon. I am going to make them into cards and both cards and original paintings will be available for sale. I painted over 50 paintings after the fire.
Please help if you can do so. It would mean so much. ***Since the fire (Feb 21/2001) and when the original story was posted, not one person donated even so much as a dollar towards my Imagivity Zipolite Fire Fund. The Oaxacan/Mexican government is helping a few people, but I know of people who lost everything, and they are recieving nothing. I would like to CHALLENGE all the people who visit this site, to send $1. That's all! Just send one dollar, and it will help sooooo much. $1 Cdn, or US goes a really long way in Zipolite. So how about it. I CHALLENGE you! Send $1 to this address, I will make sure that the people who really need it, get it! Promise! (Tina Winterlik)
Send it to:
Imagivity (Zipolite Fire Fund)
Vancouver B.C
Canada XXXX
Last updated May 16/2001
Copyright ©Tina Winterlik
All rights reserved.
Note: this is an old page from a website that has been reposted here.
Feb 21/2001 Tragic Fire burns town!Fire!
Zipolite's Downtown Burns!
I was showing Margarita my braids, when a boy raced past, "el loco!" we teased.Then there was yelling in Spanish, I thought I heard "mort!" for a moment I thought someone was drowning, and the boy was racing for help.
Fire!! Fire, someone yelled. There's a fire at the Tao. I raced to the back of Daniel's Brisa Marina, and looked up to see big red flames and thick black smoke coming from the top of the Tao. It was true! Oh my God, this whole place is going to go. I had just moved to the Lavendria and was so pleased with my new little home.
My little palapa was new with pink cement walls that went half way up and then wood continued to the new thatch roof. There was a nice bed with a mosquito net, desk and waste basket. I had decorated it with calalilies,( $1US for a bunch), grass mats, and sarongs. It was very cosy. The bathrooms and showers were clean and the rent was only $800 pesos a month. Perfect being on the incredibly tight budget I was on.
My stuff!!! my brain screamed at me. I raced to my room. The girl in the room next door was there. I yelled at her, get your stuff, "There's a Fire, the Tao is on fire, this whole place could go."
I ran inside and started throwing things in. I knew I could never get it all in my packs, they had taken hours to squeeze everything in just right. I had to make decisions, any minute the thatch roof might catch and then I'd be trapped either in the room or the courtyard. I was freaking. Things were popping and crackling. I was sure there would be an explosion with so many cars, not to mention everyone in Mexico has gas, and big propane tanks. I grabbed what I could and ran out into the street,toward Peter Pan's the Bakery and the Ziponet e-mail place.
What should I do?? I had forgotten my shoes, one part of me yelled go back, go back, and the other just watched in horror as the flames engulfed the the palapa of the Tao, three floor hotel/restaurant.
A huge cloud of black smoke rolled our way and the flames licked the sky. With my half-empty packs and my little suitcase (that carried a very old 486 laptop). I made my way towards the main road, thinking that I would get a room in Pochutla and come back tomorrow.
My packs were light, because I had left a lot behind, but I just couldn't go back, now, it was too late. Oh, my God, what a nightmare. How could this be happening to my beautiful Zipolite?
There was a girl in the cab; she had a baby with her. Sarah was her name. She said I could get a room at her friends at the end of the beach. I said "Thanks!" I was so grateful. So that's where I went. Later that day...
The fire burned and burned, I could watch it from the east end where I was. The fire was right in the middle of downtown. All the things that burned kept popping into my head. Now I have no lavender oil to protect against mosquitoes, I thought...and then I thought, how petty, when so many people lost everything. It's a disaster.
It all went up. All the pretty sarongs, and grass mats, and the beautiful calalilies I bought in the market. The lavandria....All gone now. Ashes, ...Daniel's Brisa Marina, ashes...where I lazed in the hammock watching all the beautiful sunsets. It's all gone now. Everything..even the hammock..I hung around the east end posada for a long time watching the fire from afar.The fire would slow and then grow again. Huge flames leaping into the sky. The People, the people I prayed, please God let everyone be o.k. My camera, I cried inside. Maybe it didn't burn, I prayed, but I knew.
The fire raged off and on for a few hours, huge billowing black clouds, and flaming red fingers reached skyward and back towards the road. It looked as if it was just going to keep burning and burning. I was really nervous but then we realized there was a lagoon. There was a lot of space between where the fire could reach and my temporary new home. Someone arrived and said One by one, going through the people.
Time wears on. For each person they make a report that has about 5 copies. There
is carbon paper in between each one. Incredible.
Lupe, who I believe is Kiko's dad took me to see Solidad, who had a list, and was speaking with a man who could speak very good English. I explained about all the things I lost and about the $900.00 pesos ($90US) that I had paid in advance for my rent at the lavandria.
I also told them all, that I build web pages, and was going to try and get some help for these people. The man told me that he was from the state and he was also trying to help these people.
He asked me if he really thought the state should or would actually pay for the personal belongings that I lost. I said," no, not really", and then for some reason we all laughed and smiled...."but", I said, "what really want and need is that $90US that I paid in advance". Solidad and the man laughed and spoke in Spanish, and then he said, he had asked Solidad, if I knew that they only had the clothes on their backs and nothing else.
The rent I paid was burned along with everything else. There had been no time to save anything.
The man said that there were alot of tourists that lost everything and that they were going to try and help these people. He said that I was to go to a meeting at two o'clock that afternoon at the San Cristobal restaurant. As I wandered about to pass the time, I entered what was once Daniel's Brisa Marina, now just a burned out shell. Nothing was left except the cement and rebar. My original little cement room, looked empty and the same but everything else was gone.It looked like a bomb went off. All black and charred.
It was there that I ran into Francisco, who had had the little store between the Tao and the Pizza place. He asked if I was o.k and I told him of my experience and loses.
Then he told me he lost everything, he had nothing but the shirt and pants he was wearing. I told him how sorry I was, and hugged him, hoping to add the tiniest bit of comfort.
Francisco was always so sweet, everytime I visited the store, he always called me gaupa(waupa-pretty). It's so incredibly sad.
All day was like that, as I wandered to and from my regular haunts, I would run into people telling me they only had what they were wearing. Everything, Todo(All) is gone. Nada, nothing left.
I went up to Shambhala and spoke with people there. A man was telling about another fire that November, but they stopped it. They couldn't do it this time though. He said they tried so hard, but they just couldn't. It was the wind. It was blowing so hard, it was just like a raging forest fire, leaping across the top of the cabanas, from one thatch roof to another, leaving a blazing trail in it's wake.
Finally, I headed down to the meeting, and as I was wandering, I heard my new friend Lalo, calling my name. He had helped my look for my new home originally. Lalo had been very worried, he didn't know what had happened to me. I told him story and then asked if he was o.k
Lalo had been in the process of moving. His things were in the street. He had stopped to help a friend with something, and then the fire had started. He was helping with the fire, and then realized that all his things were in jeopardy, and by then it was too late. All his possessions burned. He also lost about $200US in pesos that he'd had hidden in a book.
He was alive, and only had a small burn on his foot. We were both very lucky we agreed through our tears. We went together to the meeting to see if we could get some sort of help.
I found the man at the meeting and he said to go back to where all the people were and to fill out a report. So we did, and we waited and waited. It it took hours. A bed, that had been salvaged was set up, and burned out tourists from the Tao were lying on it. They had lost everything, passports, money,everything, they only had the clothes they had on..
While we were waiting, people brought around food for us, and juice and water.They gave out difficult. She will be returning in November and it would be very nice to help her.
Juanito and Tomasita and children-lost everything-they are rebuilding, but it will cost a lot,and the government is only helping with a small amount of cash and a line of credit. They have already rebuilt a few buildings. Stay tuned as I tell you wonderful stories of this family and their strength.
Tina Winterlik(me)(Canada),-cabana tenant- Nikon zoom espio 928 camera, tripod & film, photographs, essential oils, tape recorder, tapes, clothes, hat etc. On the bright side, since my camera burned, I needed an outlet for my artistic energy. I started to paint-watercolours. Many people really encouraged me, and I hope that I will be able to show you my paintings soon. I am going to make them into cards and both cards and original paintings will be available for sale. I painted over 50 paintings after the fire.
Please help if you can do so. It would mean so much. ***Since the fire (Feb 21/2001) and when the original story was posted, not one person donated even so much as a dollar towards my Imagivity Zipolite Fire Fund. The Oaxacan/Mexican government is helping a few people, but I know of people who lost everything, and they are recieving nothing. I would like to CHALLENGE all the people who visit this site, to send $1. That's all! Just send one dollar, and it will help sooooo much. $1 Cdn, or US goes a really long way in Zipolite. So how about it. I CHALLENGE you! Send $1 to this address, I will make sure that the people who really need it, get it! Promise! (Tina Winterlik)
Send it to:
Imagivity (Zipolite Fire Fund)
Vancouver B.C
Canada XXXX
Last updated May 16/2001
Copyright ©Tina Winterlik
All rights reserved.
Note: this is an old page from a website that has been reposted here.
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