From Small Town to Tiny Village
Note that you can go to previous blogs from the main blog area,whatever that means, anyways figure it out.This is for the people that are just getting the blogs nowand want to see previous blogs.
First Off let me apologize for still not having any photos. Iím sorry.
I actually do have some photos, but theyíre too big for a blog load. I just need to find away to size them down (Michelle when can you resend?). Really I just need some time, but not into that yet and the internet place Iím at now itíll take forever. Damn, thereís a donkey about 20 feet away from where I sit now, not to mention the painfully loud roosters all over the place. Hate roosters (kept me up in the morning) but I love donkeys. Its great when they do that Yawning thing, if you look at them it almost looks like they want to puke, but hold it in and then just laugh.
Okay,okay, its been a while so there is much to tell. A.k.a. Long Entry Warning.
Nov 22- Dec 11 Sayulita.
Sayulita was great. We spend a week with Friends. Great to see Nancy (a.k.a. Nan), and others. Thereís actually a photo with everyone, when I put that up, I go through who was around, presently, Iím lacking memory.
After our friends left we headed straight for a camp site. Which I already mentioned was on the beach. Fantastic location and they had hot water. We had a total setup, tent, table, chairs, and a surf board we could borrow from a neighbour. Unfortunately it was a short board(6'2) and was hell surfing with, I wouldnít even call what I was doing on that board as surfing, that would dimine the sport.
Things to know about Sayulita: The handshake, simple but key. When confronted with the handshakedo the following... Simple hand slap with a slip away, followed by a soft but firm chuck. Note: A chuck is a clenched fist, knuckle to knuckle hit. Simple, yet necessary.
Besides all the handshakes we did in Sayulita, there wasnít much of a night life. Our average bedtime was 9pm. Several days I was asleep by 7pm. While wake up was around 6 am. Nutty, very nutty. So instead of partying we decided to put our energy towards commercial real estate. Two interesting opportunities were found. One was a rundown mini-hotel (15 rooms), which was ON the beach, had serious potential but needed lots of work. But the owner wasnít selling and his rental fee was ridiculous, wonít even mention.
The second place was also a mini-hotel (10 rooms)on the first block from the beach, great location, and is ready to go. I wonít go into details, but if anyone is interested here is the listing and if you do end up getting it, I would like a lifetime free stay (as long as a room is available) finders fee. Listing: http://www.sayulita-garciarealty.com/listing303.html
Amazingly, we spend almost 14 days on the camp site and 20 days in total in Sayulita. Leaving Sayulita is tougher then getting out of a warm bed on a cold Montreal winter morning.We even met some interesting people at the site. One kid (22), from Boston, was more concerned about helping the needy then helping himself first. Whacked, totally whacked. Not sure what hormones they put in food these days, but schools might as well have students smoking crack. Just kidding, it was refreshing to see that, weird but refreshing. Anyways, this same kid had a laptop stolen and returned during the last night we spent in Sayulita.
The whole incident was kinda surreal. Around 4 am we (our gang) get woken up, by one of our group, saying that someone is snooping our stuff. The snooper stayed on the sight and was making believe he was sleeping on a hammock. His fake yawn/stretch when ďwokenĒ was easily spotted. The kid (snooper) stuck around and the cops were called. Most of us went to sleep, but the Boston kid stayed up since his laptop went missing the day before. So around 7am (3 hours later), the cops show up, and I wake up. Not sure what exactly happened, since there was a lot of spanish spoken, but the kid almost got off. All he had to do was keep quiet. But he confessed at the last second. Amazing, that NEVER happens. He actually confessed to stealing the laptop the day before, sick, sick. Odds are in the hundreds of thousands of ever getting a laptop back after its stolen in a foreign country. Maybe even in the millions. But this Boston kid got it back.
Takeaway Lessons: 1) If you are sincere in helping the needy, your odds of getting stolen stuff back are better than normal. 2) Never, Ever, Ever, confess. If theyíre asking you to confess, its because they donít know sh$t.
The whole night robbery thing got us moving though, we took it as a sign that weíve stayed long enough. That day we packed up, said our goodbyes and left in the dark.
During our stay in Suyulita we made a couple of trips into Puerta Vallarta. Interesting town which we ended up staying a few nights after Sayulita. Also has the BIGGEST Walmart, Iíve ever seen. This Walmart even has an Alcohol section, I didnít even know they allowed that.
In Vallarta we mainly had our bikes worked on (see Motorcycle section at the end). And Smokey got the first speeding ticket of the trip, and can you believe it, the cops wanted money. I couldnít believe it, cops stopping people for money! Outrageous. Thatís just wrong, but Smokey assured me that that was why he was stopped and not because he was going faster than everyone else.
Puerta Vallarta- Dec 11- 13 (I think).
We were actually only supposed to be in Vallarta for a couple of days, but on the third day my bike didnít start (see moto section) so we ended up staying another night. This gave Smokey an opportunity to experience a Foam party, which I luckily didnít have to go to. It just sounded like the theme to one of my 3 year old nieceís birthday partyís. So I got to stay in and watch MTV, while Smokey took the hit and went out. Smokeyís experience will hopefully grace this blog later, but for now... Takeaway lessons are: 1) Go in a bathing suit. 2) Do not bring any documents, especially your passport or any vehicle registration papers. Foam parties, are 80 percent water and 20 percent foam, from what I can tell.
Anyways, Vallarta was actually quite the little town. We had a great little spot by the beach.
Dec 14- Melaque
Not much here. Basically a retirement community. Average age, 70 years old. No waves. But we got to see "A day withough Mexicans", on the TV at the hotel, so it was worth it. Great movie.
Dec 15 Ticla
We arrived in the late afternoon. Tough little place to find. Ticla makes Sayulita look like Miami in regards to size and things to do/buy. While the waves here make Sayulita waves feel like a bubble bath. I was out surfing this morning and I got hammered. One time I even knocked my head on a rock. I didnít think that could happen until it actually happened. And not to mention the two time the board hit my head. Luckily for all that work I got on the board once, which lasted 1.6 seconds long. Anyways, no need to get concerned, Iím okay and Iíll be back in the water before the end of the day. Weíve rented a board for a week.
As in Sayulita, weíre camping. The facilities are pretty good here too and weíre also on the beach. The overall place has almost nothing. Iím at the only internet place and it has 2 terminals. There is no Laundry place, only one main mini shop, but the place has no peanut butter, which sucks and no soy milk. Wow, I am so needy. But even without any of that stuff, itís a very cool little place. Smokeyís mind is already racing at 100 mph thinking of how to make money.
Anyways, I gotta go, this is the only internet in town. So itís kinda in demand if you now what I mean. Iím sure Iím leaving a lot out.Sorry, if I remember Iíll add it in in the next entry.
By the way, we have limited communication in Ticla, if you're trying to reach us good luck.
We miss you all,
Smokeyís Bike: Got an oil change in Vallarta. I didnít trust them so I did it again in Sayulita. Also tightened all the bolts except those covered by the skidplate. G-moneyísbike as well had a tightening done.
G-Moneyís Bike: Also supposedly got an oil change in Vallarta, but I really didnít trust them and it turned out I was right. When I changed my own oil in Sayulita it looked like tar. I felt awful letting it get that bad. Now I just need to do another change with a filter clean at the same time.
Posted by Gaby Berelovich at December 16, 2005 09:16 PM GMT
In Vallarta the day we were going to leave,my bike had NO electrical power. It turned out my battery was almost completely drained.
What I think happend was that the night we arrived in Vallarta, I remember my radiator fan not closing, even after a good 15 minutes. I assume it drained my battery. So we placed Smokeyís battery on my bike, got my bike started and bought Smokey a new battery. Which by the way didnít fit well at all. Iíve never had such a tough time putting in a battery, even had to bang it in a couple of times..
I wonder (anyone with ideas let me know) why it was soo hard. The battery (Yulsa) has the correct requirements as per the manual, and it looks standard, but for some reason it was just a couple of millimetres too tall.