Jalisco, Mexico (03.30.2006 – 04.07.2006)

I spent the last week traveling along the Jalisco Coast of Mexico with my traveling companions Stan and Sarah. Camped on the beach, visited many small, picturesque villages, ate lots of seafood and drank many cervezas, and shared many laughs.

Now en route back to denver from P.V. I’m bummed to be heading “home”, all the more so by all of the obnoxious tourists at the airport. Definitely an element in me that felt like dashing out of the airport, leaving my bags, heading back to sayulita to hang out, surf, work on my spanish.

Emailed S + S during a four hour beer soaked layover in Denver, bemoaning the excessively organized state of the U.S., the lack of life, vitality.

Sarah replied that she and Stan had the exact same conversation on the way home. They had stoped for bad chinese food in a restaurant filled with unhappy people. She said it best: “Joyless Mediocrity”. It’s amazing how quickly we fal back into the trap.

Back in the US now weight feeling heavy on my shoulders… Where is the chaos? Where is the heat? The blaring horns, the irregularity of life? Everything is so scripted here.

Sayulita, beach haven

Up early again after a great night’s sleep.

Coffee at the (new) espresso place then off to look at the surf.

Take an early morning surf session before things get too crowded. Beautiful, soft, forgiving. Lots of fish and many sting rays in the water…

Desayuno at Choco bananas then a quick checkout. Day is spent lolling onthe beach under an umbrella, spending the last of our pesos on cervezas heladas and watching the groms surf. Drove back to P.V. in the late afternoon. Such a huge shock after the venues of the previous week.

Sayulita, like P.V., is completely overrun with gringos. But it’s an entirely different world there.

Dinner at a restaurant on the beach after a brief walk around P.V…. the trip definitely feels like its over. :(

Playa de Gafas Perdidos

Up way before dawn. Sat on the beach to watch the day appear. The beach is pitted with crab burrow bomb craters, 9/10 of which face the shore, 1/10 inland. Hmm…

Yoga sun salutations followed by a fun boogie boarding session with some big, BIG closing waves. One of which displaced my glasses which were gone instantly.

Due to this we rename Boca de Iguanas, “Playa de Gafas Perdidos”, or G.P. for short. Sigh.

Hop on the road heading north toward Puerto Vallarta. So sad to have stopped our southern migration. Quickstop at Tomatlan for pollo asado, the first of the trip. There is deathly ill looking cat laying in near our table. I hope it isn’t a sign.

Arrive in the quaint yet heavily gringo-ized town of Sayulita around 4 PM. Find a nice but precious B+B right in town ~ $140 USD/night.

Showers/beers then fish tacos by the central square. I can see myself kicking it here for awhile. ¿Es possible?

They were there…

A little vignette from Boca de Iguanas, inspired by a couple camped at Boca…

They were there they day we arrived and they were there the day we left. They are probably still there as far as I know.

I could never tell if they were natives or fellow travellers. All I really knew is that they had what we all wanted. We gradually came to know them, not by name, and not even by face. Chance encounters in the local market barely evoked even a glimmer of recognition. Oh but I knew them.