el otro lado del Océano Pacífico

The little beach I went this weekend con mis amigos was called Sayulita. It's about 4 hours drive from Guadalajara, and for all you 'Love Boat' aficionados, a half hour north of Puerto Vallarta. It's pretty different from most east coast Australian beaches. With the exception of tacky Tijauana-style Puerto Vallarta, most of the coastal beach towns are small, with unsealed roads, thatched roofed huts and lots of rubbish and coconuts.


The sand is pebbly and dark, I suppose from the volcanic soil. There's also terrible erosion problems which is ameliorated with sandbagging and also, judging from the amount of bricks and timber, it would seem construction debris. All in all, it is a nice place to relax. The pace is certainly preferable to Surfers, and you can actually see stars in the sky which I don't think I've seen since I've been in Mexico...

So instead of washing sand and salt water from one's togs in the shower, the beach at Sayulita also coughed up glass, prophylactics and a confusing, decisively non-organic neon green foam ... luckily there were no three eyed fish to be seen. There was, however, a needy three-legged chihuawa loitering hopefully around all weekend.

Yes, I'm drinking a from a coconut. Perhaps my expression does not explicitly convey how revulsively sweet and alcoholic that beverage was. My stomach was forgiving.

You see ? I couldn't resist ...