Mexico 2017 – A Day at Sayulita

Weather: +32, ~65% humidity

Our day at Sayulita started with two bus rides. But first let me say that their bus system here is pretty efficient, you get to where you are wanting to go, it might not be air-conditioned but you get what you pay for. Typical fares around town are about 7 1/2 pesos each or 50 cents. Going out to Sayulita cost us 42 pesos each or just shy of $3.00 dollars. Getting on the bus is relatively simple, know your where you are going and your fare, get your ticket and find a seat near a window (really important). Pay attention for your stop and get off fast (also important). 

For the first ride, we had the Mario Andretti of Mexico who would have been better on a track and not driving a bus through the streets of PV. I don’t believe that I could have driven a car through some of the spaces this guy put that rickety old bus. We got to Wal-Mart fast, shaken but not stirred. Changing busses, we arrived at Sayulita about an hour later, this bus, by the way, was much more to our standards along the lines of a luxury coach with only a pinch of luxury. It did have windows that opened and nice comfortable seats making the journey enjoyable. Not knowing what to expect, what we thought would be a 4 lane modern highway turned into 2 lane highway which I believe was typical of highways in Mexico. Something to think about if we were to consider driving down here.

We wandered through the town looking around. It turns out the stories that we were told about it being an old hippie we right, some came years ago and forgot to leave. On the way back to PV, we ended up chatting with an American who lives there, he essentially confirmed the details. Surfers or want to be surfers were out in the ocean trying their hand at surfing, some were successful most were not.

While having lunch on the beach I think every trinket vendor here stopped to offer us deals on almost everything which included things like lace headbands, Cuban cigars, dresses, sunglasses, honey, wooden bowls, muffins, shrimp or chicken on a stick, blankets, even massages, the umbrella rental, and the surfing lessons guy, it goes on and on.  Our necks were getting a workout shaking side to side for every “no” issued. Below in the slide show are photos of most of the vendors.

Oh and not be left out are the musicians of sorts right at the tableside. These people just don’t leave unless you pay them something. They also ride the buses and stand right next to the gringos waiting for money to make them stop playing and singing.

But having written all of this about the vendors this is their income. They work hard and are very gracious with every “no” received. This is their way of life, we are their income, this is life in Mexico

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