In an attempt to explore the outskirts of Puerto Vallarta, Conor and I have started to take random busses that we think will take us where we want to go. Sometimes it works out for us. Sometimes we see fun new villages. Sometimes we get lost and have to walk an hour to get back to the main road.
Each bus is differently decorated by the driver.
Always we are hot, sweaty, and pressed up against a lot of people on the smaller local busses. On Thursday we boarded the Orange Bus and passed small wooden houses that we could see straight through with curtains hung as room dividers. The bus driver almost hit the van in front of us on the narrow winding road. He slammed on his brakes shoving our knees in to the seats in front of us. Nonetheless, we stayed on it until the end of the line. Luckily the end of the line coincided with a small fishing village with a beach named Boca de Tomatlan.
Boca de Tomatlan is home to the scariest thing we have seen since we left San Francisco last October. A shipwreck! The sailboat had been stripped down of all accessible hardware (we checked!), the mast, and was full of sand.
Conor surfing on our new treasure find.
Our new friend
Our playa cervezas were consumed while discussing what type of boat this was, the build quality, and making friends with local beach dogs, we headed back to the bus, stopped at Mismaloya to see the Zoo. (see Zoo post here) Mismaloya was the filming location for The Night of the Iguana.
Dusty cobblestone road on the way to the Mismaloya Zoo.
On the way back to the boat we stopped off at Pitypolski Pub, a Polish Beer Pub downtown where Conor found and ordered his first Guinness since San Diego.
Yum. Beer Bar downtown PV.