Ixtapa & Zihuatanejo
(DAY015 : Maruata - Zihuatanejo: 220 miles)
(DAY016 - DAY017 : Zihuatanejo)
When I arrived Ixtapa, the sun had already painted everything a bright red. I went straight to the beach area to grab some shots, then left the big, chain infested city for Zihuatanejo right next door. Staying in Ixtapa was not an option anyway, as I could almost smell that the city was fully booked.
Below: Ixtapa
Arriving Ixtapa's beaches resemble arriving Disneyland. But it sure is a pretty place. When you're facing this...
...look to your left and and you'll see this:
Then turn around to find this:
Below: Zihuatanejo
Well, Zihuatanejo was no different (full). Trapped in it's narrow one way streets with the radiator fan blowing hot air on my already soaked skin, I eventually had to accept that I wasn't staying anywhere near the lively town center. After a few hours of riding around and knocking on doors, it was Manzanillo all over again. RV parks, camp sites, I tried pretty much everything.
Sometime late in the evening, at one of the hotels I was begging for a place to pitch my tent on, the manager said some of his friends, owners of the bikes parked outside, would later on go and camp somewhere. I was welcome to hang out there, then follow them. So I joined them at the table, not understanding much of what was being said but for some reason laughing with everyone. Déjà vu.
We finally did leave that table and rode back into town. To find our campsite right? Wrong, to a dance club! About 7 bikes, we casually rode on to the sidewalk and parked right in front of the club. That's what I'm talking about! Déjà vu, again.
After some heavy drinking (not me, honest), we hit the hot doh stand (it may be dog to you, but around here it's "doh". Leonel, si o no?). But eventually, early in the morning, we did go to Daniel's unused property to set up camp. The pinche doh barked all night, but I think we still got some sleep.
When we emerged from our tents, the absence of coffee was my biggest concern. I had no idea coconut juice could work so well in the morning. Leonel somehow grabbed a few cocos from the trees and holed them up for us with the handy knife that comes out his belt buckle. I want one of those. And of course we have our music nice and loud, because two of the bikes are V4 Yamaha Royal Ventures. We might as well listen to their engines.
The next 2 days, I stayed at the hotel I first met them. I'm sure it would be more fun if I'd stayed with them at the camp, but I wanted to do some blogging and stuff. Didn't really work as we were still partying most of the time.
We parted ways and most of us left Zihuatanejo at the end of the extended holidays. I was worried about running into the same no vacancy nightmare if I left, but it had already been 3 days there. Time to move on if I'll ever make it to Argentina.
If, like me, you haven't been to a night club in a while, this is what it's like.
One of our 3 tables. I'm the only one with helmet hair.
Coconut's juice for hangover.
Heading to Ixtapa for breakfast with Micheladas and Camarones.
The daily routine at Fidel's place, Hotel Del Mar (I think)
My room at Hotel Del Mar. For a special holidays price of $60.
It's a room with a view ;)
The beach. And I didn't swim, again!
This fence on the beach is not to keep the dohs out...
...but these cuties. She comes out when Fidel calls her. I'd never believe it.
If you understand spanish, check out soybiker.com. That's where mi amigos hang out.
(DAY016 - DAY017 : Zihuatanejo)
When I arrived Ixtapa, the sun had already painted everything a bright red. I went straight to the beach area to grab some shots, then left the big, chain infested city for Zihuatanejo right next door. Staying in Ixtapa was not an option anyway, as I could almost smell that the city was fully booked.
Below: Ixtapa
Arriving Ixtapa's beaches resemble arriving Disneyland. But it sure is a pretty place. When you're facing this...
...look to your left and and you'll see this:
Then turn around to find this:
Below: Zihuatanejo
Well, Zihuatanejo was no different (full). Trapped in it's narrow one way streets with the radiator fan blowing hot air on my already soaked skin, I eventually had to accept that I wasn't staying anywhere near the lively town center. After a few hours of riding around and knocking on doors, it was Manzanillo all over again. RV parks, camp sites, I tried pretty much everything.
Sometime late in the evening, at one of the hotels I was begging for a place to pitch my tent on, the manager said some of his friends, owners of the bikes parked outside, would later on go and camp somewhere. I was welcome to hang out there, then follow them. So I joined them at the table, not understanding much of what was being said but for some reason laughing with everyone. Déjà vu.
We finally did leave that table and rode back into town. To find our campsite right? Wrong, to a dance club! About 7 bikes, we casually rode on to the sidewalk and parked right in front of the club. That's what I'm talking about! Déjà vu, again.
After some heavy drinking (not me, honest), we hit the hot doh stand (it may be dog to you, but around here it's "doh". Leonel, si o no?). But eventually, early in the morning, we did go to Daniel's unused property to set up camp. The pinche doh barked all night, but I think we still got some sleep.
When we emerged from our tents, the absence of coffee was my biggest concern. I had no idea coconut juice could work so well in the morning. Leonel somehow grabbed a few cocos from the trees and holed them up for us with the handy knife that comes out his belt buckle. I want one of those. And of course we have our music nice and loud, because two of the bikes are V4 Yamaha Royal Ventures. We might as well listen to their engines.
The next 2 days, I stayed at the hotel I first met them. I'm sure it would be more fun if I'd stayed with them at the camp, but I wanted to do some blogging and stuff. Didn't really work as we were still partying most of the time.
We parted ways and most of us left Zihuatanejo at the end of the extended holidays. I was worried about running into the same no vacancy nightmare if I left, but it had already been 3 days there. Time to move on if I'll ever make it to Argentina.
If, like me, you haven't been to a night club in a while, this is what it's like.
One of our 3 tables. I'm the only one with helmet hair.
Coconut's juice for hangover.
Heading to Ixtapa for breakfast with Micheladas and Camarones.
The daily routine at Fidel's place, Hotel Del Mar (I think)
My room at Hotel Del Mar. For a special holidays price of $60.
It's a room with a view ;)
The beach. And I didn't swim, again!
This fence on the beach is not to keep the dohs out...
...but these cuties. She comes out when Fidel calls her. I'd never believe it.
If you understand spanish, check out soybiker.com. That's where mi amigos hang out.
posted by Serdar at
6:54 PM
2 Comments:
Canım,
Sana çok mutlu, sağlıklı, kazasız belasız bir 2008 diliyorum (sanırım buna en çok ihtiyacı olan sensin) karıcığına da sevgilerimi ilet. Bu arada en son fotoraflarına sonunda bakabildim ve sen ne olmuşsun oğlum, kpmuşsun, sen baya baya fotoğraf sanatçısı olmuşsun, yani bakınca evet abi bu sanat diyo insan, kutlarım. ikinizi de çok çok öperim, beng
Beng'cim (Beng???) cok tesekkur ederim. Hepsine amin cumlemize!! Keske musterim olsaydin ne diim, begendiine cok sevindim. Takiliyoruz iste... Biz de seni cok opuyoruz. Katirga valla yemege beklerim diyo.
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