|A colorful Mexican bus|
|Sayulita is the surf mecca of Pacific Mexico. It's got a young, artistic feel to it|
|Chris with Tricia and Derek of Enterabang! on the Sayulita waterfront|
After soaking up the local color, we wanted to stretch our legs and take a walk outside of town.
|A waterfront home south of Sayulita|
|An oceanfront Sayulita vacation cottage|
We headed up into the jungle to get a bit of exercise. Nothing like getting out into nature to clear the cobwebs!
|The road less traveled...|
|Chris in the midst of splendid isolation|
|Back up on the beach into Sayulita for lunch|
We ate at a taco stand on the street. Notice how they put the plastic plate in a plastic bag -- instead of doing dishes they just threw the bag away after the meal. Hmmmmm. That's one way to do it!
After lunch I did some bodysurfing in the famous Sayulita waves.
The waves and surge were bigger than usually experienced in Southern California. The ocean floor was quite rocky in some areas and I cut my knee on the bottom. One big difference between Mexican beaches and California beaches? No lifeguard stands down here. No lifeguards, period. You're on your own.
No, this isn't some strange post-mortem body preparation before cremation. This woman actually paid to get a full body massage right on the Sayulita beach with some strange mud concoction. She seemed to be enjoying it...
Well, we thoroughly enjoyed Sayulita, and heartily recommend it for anyone visiting this part of town. It's too bad there isn't an anchorage here -- then the town would be perfect. But we sailors need an anchorage...
So we headed back to La Cruz.
|Chris sits at the actual bus stop in Sayulita. How cute is that?|