Tecoman
(DAY013 : Puerto Vallarta - Tecoman : 240 miles)
I left the hotel at 10:30, but after some ride by shooting and getting lost, it was noon by the time I was out of Puerto Vallarta. On route, I stopped at Tenacatita as recommended by one of my camp neighbors in Bahia Conception. I'll let the pictures tell you about the place and suffice to say that the fish was really good. It's very rare that people know the name of the fish they're serving or eating around here. Si, pescado, pero qual pescado? I can tell it's "fish", no? Well, this time I insisted, they asked each other, and came up with "Lenguado y Sierra". Now does that sound fishy or what?
Below: Tenacatita
I told them what a dangerous thing they were doing!
Si, si, si, y si!!
On a tree lined stretch of road, the craziest thing happened today. Out of no where, a falcon made a dive on to the road right in front of me. I think we noticed each other and got scared at about the same time. She immediately pulled up, but was now flying right in front of me, in the same direction, almost within an arms reach. For a few precious seconds, I flew with a falcon, and it was not a dream.
When I took the exit to La Manzanilla before sunset, I was certain that something was off. When I arrived, it became undeniable. There's no way this little village would be marked as a major city on a map, and with a typo. It was a nice beach and even had cocodrillos (crocodiles), but I left to hit the real target, Manzanillo.
Below: La Manzanilla
Now what was wrong with staying at La Manzanilla?! I entered Manzanillo at 6 pm and found myself in an inescapable traffic jam. Then, as I started looking for a room, it all got plain frustrating. Looking for a place at night is possibly one of the worst things you can do, especially if you're alone, tired of riding for hours, and have all your stuff on a bike. It was proving impossible to find one, and I think I lost the last room in the city to someone else by entering 10 seconds later. Truth be told, I did find a room in one of the shady back streets of downtown, but it just didn't look right for Katirga's security. Eventually, I gave up, went to a coffee shop, had a cappuccino, and left this darn city after wasting 3 hours. Next!..
Next was Tecoman, one hour away. I entered, saw a motel, crossed my fingers and pulled in. They had a tiny room with no windows for $40, and I was in no shape to be picky.
I left the hotel at 10:30, but after some ride by shooting and getting lost, it was noon by the time I was out of Puerto Vallarta. On route, I stopped at Tenacatita as recommended by one of my camp neighbors in Bahia Conception. I'll let the pictures tell you about the place and suffice to say that the fish was really good. It's very rare that people know the name of the fish they're serving or eating around here. Si, pescado, pero qual pescado? I can tell it's "fish", no? Well, this time I insisted, they asked each other, and came up with "Lenguado y Sierra". Now does that sound fishy or what?
Below: Tenacatita
I told them what a dangerous thing they were doing!
Si, si, si, y si!!
On a tree lined stretch of road, the craziest thing happened today. Out of no where, a falcon made a dive on to the road right in front of me. I think we noticed each other and got scared at about the same time. She immediately pulled up, but was now flying right in front of me, in the same direction, almost within an arms reach. For a few precious seconds, I flew with a falcon, and it was not a dream.
When I took the exit to La Manzanilla before sunset, I was certain that something was off. When I arrived, it became undeniable. There's no way this little village would be marked as a major city on a map, and with a typo. It was a nice beach and even had cocodrillos (crocodiles), but I left to hit the real target, Manzanillo.
Below: La Manzanilla
Now what was wrong with staying at La Manzanilla?! I entered Manzanillo at 6 pm and found myself in an inescapable traffic jam. Then, as I started looking for a room, it all got plain frustrating. Looking for a place at night is possibly one of the worst things you can do, especially if you're alone, tired of riding for hours, and have all your stuff on a bike. It was proving impossible to find one, and I think I lost the last room in the city to someone else by entering 10 seconds later. Truth be told, I did find a room in one of the shady back streets of downtown, but it just didn't look right for Katirga's security. Eventually, I gave up, went to a coffee shop, had a cappuccino, and left this darn city after wasting 3 hours. Next!..
Next was Tecoman, one hour away. I entered, saw a motel, crossed my fingers and pulled in. They had a tiny room with no windows for $40, and I was in no shape to be picky.
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