Sayulita
(DAY010 : San Blas - Sayulita : 110 miles)
(DAY011 : Sayulita)
The road from San Blas to Sayulita was still beautiful, even if not equally impressive. San Francisco, just north of Sayulita, is a small surfer town with a few shops lining its main street as it leads to the beach. On the way, I visited Punta de Mita as well although it's much further down the coast. Right after exiting for Sayulita, there's another exit to your right. If you miss it, you end up in Punta de Mita after riding quite a while on a really strange freeway. It's strange because it's a "real" freeway, with a median, multiple lanes, and lighting, leading to nothing that justifies such undertaking. (Nothing that justifies riding there either imho)
On the way to Sayulita
Below: San Francisco
Punto de Mita
Sayulita is a very cute little town that somehow manages to retain it's mexican charm even though it unmistakably is a favorite tourist spot. Excellent for surfing, partying, or just kicking it, visitors from all over the world seem to have already discovered it although it's not even on my map. To give you a better idea, there is only one local taqueria, but numerous restaurants, cafes, and bars, making everything from italian cousine to fancy coffee options a short walk away. For Tequila served with Sangrita, you need to go elsewhere.
Since getting off that ferry, the wether has been beautiful. But right here and now, it's a perfect 26°C. I hear it gets really hot and humid in summer and autumn though, so keep that in mind.
Below: Sayulita
When I first entered the town, my options for accommodation appeared surprisingly few for a place like this. I wasn't looking for the cheapest place, but a nice place that wasn't expensive. The very few hotel signs I saw did not appear appealing, and the $300 a night resort on south end of the main beach was far from what I was looking for. A house with a hand written sign for bungalows granted a stop. When Miguel showed me to the cozy one bedroom apartment with a large patio right above their home, I knew I had found it. Wireless internet, a full kitchen with fridge and coffee maker, hot water, and most importantly, the luxury of keeping Katirga in a closed garage all came with my room and cost about $40 per night.
Miguel and his family are really nice people. Should you need accomodation in Sayulita, be sure to visit their website at bungalowsalondra.com, or give them a call at (01) 329 291 3083. Miguel's english is better than my spanish.
Katirga prompts many conversations wherever we're stopped. Especially when loaded, and with all the camera rigging gear Craig Hunter of Safari manufactured for her, she looks a bit like Mad Max meets National Geographic Explorer. One of the people who stopped to chat about her was Eric, a very nice guy from Ventura, CA who has chosen the rhythm of Sayulita over the hustle and bustle so common anywhere else. In the evening, I took him up on his invitation and headed to Rollie's where he mixes the drinks at the restaurant's small but busy bar. Greeted with a warm welcome, I joined a cheerful couple at the bar for Eric's drinks and stories for an unaccounted amount of a really good time. (Eric, thanks again!)
Eric has a thing for unusual bikes. This is his russian Baikal with Buell style cooling.
Rollie's closed at around 9, and I walked to the park, as park always is the center. I sat with a can of Pacifico, then started talking with a guy originally from Sayulita. Fernando speaks a happy kind of english, and we both had most of our blood replaced by alcohol, so communication was intense and easy. By the time we met this group of gals and guys at the beach, we were simply and utterly wasted.
I woke up in my room with a terrible hang over accompanied by a silly happy feeling. Jeez man, why did I drink that much? At one point I grabbed the little Leica and started browsing through the images. When I saw a picture of Fernando, me, and Maria Elena, I remembered: I am invited to a Christmas dinner tonight!
Oh wait, I remembered something!
Starting with a late burrito breakfast, the 24th went on rather slow and even included a siesta. Later on, at the beach, I met a group of young guys jamming to african rhythms and they sounded really good. After dark, I could hear them going at it again somewhere in town, so I headed out following the beat. I found them on the terrace of a motel, accompanied by a group of people dancing, chatting, chilling, and with a full moon in the background. Tequila was being, well, passed around.
Tonight, on Christmas eve, I'm having a dinner with the Hernandez family. We met in front of the crowded church, and took a short walk home. There's Paella, Ballenas (huge bottles of Pacifico), karaoke, and dancing. I feel at home and among family. A total stranger 24 hours ago. I don't think I ever had this much fun on Christmas! I'll be leaving town tomorrow, so our goodbyes at 3 am are who knows for how long.
Feliz Navidad!
(DAY011 : Sayulita)
The road from San Blas to Sayulita was still beautiful, even if not equally impressive. San Francisco, just north of Sayulita, is a small surfer town with a few shops lining its main street as it leads to the beach. On the way, I visited Punta de Mita as well although it's much further down the coast. Right after exiting for Sayulita, there's another exit to your right. If you miss it, you end up in Punta de Mita after riding quite a while on a really strange freeway. It's strange because it's a "real" freeway, with a median, multiple lanes, and lighting, leading to nothing that justifies such undertaking. (Nothing that justifies riding there either imho)
On the way to Sayulita
Below: San Francisco
Punto de Mita
Sayulita is a very cute little town that somehow manages to retain it's mexican charm even though it unmistakably is a favorite tourist spot. Excellent for surfing, partying, or just kicking it, visitors from all over the world seem to have already discovered it although it's not even on my map. To give you a better idea, there is only one local taqueria, but numerous restaurants, cafes, and bars, making everything from italian cousine to fancy coffee options a short walk away. For Tequila served with Sangrita, you need to go elsewhere.
Since getting off that ferry, the wether has been beautiful. But right here and now, it's a perfect 26°C. I hear it gets really hot and humid in summer and autumn though, so keep that in mind.
Below: Sayulita
When I first entered the town, my options for accommodation appeared surprisingly few for a place like this. I wasn't looking for the cheapest place, but a nice place that wasn't expensive. The very few hotel signs I saw did not appear appealing, and the $300 a night resort on south end of the main beach was far from what I was looking for. A house with a hand written sign for bungalows granted a stop. When Miguel showed me to the cozy one bedroom apartment with a large patio right above their home, I knew I had found it. Wireless internet, a full kitchen with fridge and coffee maker, hot water, and most importantly, the luxury of keeping Katirga in a closed garage all came with my room and cost about $40 per night.
Miguel and his family are really nice people. Should you need accomodation in Sayulita, be sure to visit their website at bungalowsalondra.com, or give them a call at (01) 329 291 3083. Miguel's english is better than my spanish.
Katirga prompts many conversations wherever we're stopped. Especially when loaded, and with all the camera rigging gear Craig Hunter of Safari manufactured for her, she looks a bit like Mad Max meets National Geographic Explorer. One of the people who stopped to chat about her was Eric, a very nice guy from Ventura, CA who has chosen the rhythm of Sayulita over the hustle and bustle so common anywhere else. In the evening, I took him up on his invitation and headed to Rollie's where he mixes the drinks at the restaurant's small but busy bar. Greeted with a warm welcome, I joined a cheerful couple at the bar for Eric's drinks and stories for an unaccounted amount of a really good time. (Eric, thanks again!)
Eric has a thing for unusual bikes. This is his russian Baikal with Buell style cooling.
Rollie's closed at around 9, and I walked to the park, as park always is the center. I sat with a can of Pacifico, then started talking with a guy originally from Sayulita. Fernando speaks a happy kind of english, and we both had most of our blood replaced by alcohol, so communication was intense and easy. By the time we met this group of gals and guys at the beach, we were simply and utterly wasted.
I woke up in my room with a terrible hang over accompanied by a silly happy feeling. Jeez man, why did I drink that much? At one point I grabbed the little Leica and started browsing through the images. When I saw a picture of Fernando, me, and Maria Elena, I remembered: I am invited to a Christmas dinner tonight!
Oh wait, I remembered something!
Starting with a late burrito breakfast, the 24th went on rather slow and even included a siesta. Later on, at the beach, I met a group of young guys jamming to african rhythms and they sounded really good. After dark, I could hear them going at it again somewhere in town, so I headed out following the beat. I found them on the terrace of a motel, accompanied by a group of people dancing, chatting, chilling, and with a full moon in the background. Tequila was being, well, passed around.
Tonight, on Christmas eve, I'm having a dinner with the Hernandez family. We met in front of the crowded church, and took a short walk home. There's Paella, Ballenas (huge bottles of Pacifico), karaoke, and dancing. I feel at home and among family. A total stranger 24 hours ago. I don't think I ever had this much fun on Christmas! I'll be leaving town tomorrow, so our goodbyes at 3 am are who knows for how long.
Feliz Navidad!
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