San Blas
(DAY009 : Mazatlan - San Blas: 240 miles)
The same day I arrived via ferry, at around noon, I took off and headed south on the toll road. It's still not a median-split freeway or anything, but is quicker nevertheless. This must be where "highway robbery" originated, because I paid about $30 by the time I exited for San Blas.
The road to San Blas is simply incredible, winding up and down in all shades of dense green and opening to beautiful views. Having a blast, Katirga refused to stop despite all my begging, hence no photographs.
The entrance to San Blas is lined by a few small eateries serving fish lightly breaded with road dust. The town itself is small and cute, with a church and park that appears disproportionately large. As I rolled on the cobblestone road of the tiny main street, I spotted an F 650 GS in front of what turns out to be a motel. Chatting with the couple mounting it, I learned the place costs $18 a night, and decided to have a look. It was already past 3 pm, and I was ferry tired, so I checked in as well.
It was a good decision. Not because I like cold showers or waking up to very loud Mexican music with lots of AyAyAy!!s in it. That Saturday evening, San Blas town center offered a really good time. The large park was almost too small for all the people. I had a few tacos, grabbed a can of Pacifico from the tiny market (typical "bakkal"), bought some pistachios from a kid, and sat at the park with everyone else, occasionally dishing out a peso or two to kids in costumes and make-up. Later I joined my now neighbors up at the patio of a bar, one of the only 2 touristy establishments, for a margarita. We tried to chat a bit, but it was almost impossible to hear each other. No, not the music. It was the birds! They're completely nuts!
It was a great night in a very friendly Mexican town. Sorry, the camera was taking the night off.
The same day I arrived via ferry, at around noon, I took off and headed south on the toll road. It's still not a median-split freeway or anything, but is quicker nevertheless. This must be where "highway robbery" originated, because I paid about $30 by the time I exited for San Blas.
The road to San Blas is simply incredible, winding up and down in all shades of dense green and opening to beautiful views. Having a blast, Katirga refused to stop despite all my begging, hence no photographs.
The entrance to San Blas is lined by a few small eateries serving fish lightly breaded with road dust. The town itself is small and cute, with a church and park that appears disproportionately large. As I rolled on the cobblestone road of the tiny main street, I spotted an F 650 GS in front of what turns out to be a motel. Chatting with the couple mounting it, I learned the place costs $18 a night, and decided to have a look. It was already past 3 pm, and I was ferry tired, so I checked in as well.
It was a good decision. Not because I like cold showers or waking up to very loud Mexican music with lots of AyAyAy!!s in it. That Saturday evening, San Blas town center offered a really good time. The large park was almost too small for all the people. I had a few tacos, grabbed a can of Pacifico from the tiny market (typical "bakkal"), bought some pistachios from a kid, and sat at the park with everyone else, occasionally dishing out a peso or two to kids in costumes and make-up. Later I joined my now neighbors up at the patio of a bar, one of the only 2 touristy establishments, for a margarita. We tried to chat a bit, but it was almost impossible to hear each other. No, not the music. It was the birds! They're completely nuts!
It was a great night in a very friendly Mexican town. Sorry, the camera was taking the night off.
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