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The Bus to Sayulita

The airport in Puerto Villarta is clean and efficient. The bus from Puerto Villarta to Sayulita, about forty miles north, is not nearly as modern, but much more fun. The wondrous thing about the bus is the seats. Most of them are broken and naturally fall to the full-back position. Every time the bus hits a bump, which is fairly often, you go flying forward and then fall back again like the Volvo dummy. There’s no cure for it. The bus is cheap and how the locals without cars get from place to place. A cheesemaker and his sons with their boxes of fresh cheese rode the bus. So did families, a man with a large plastic container full of gas, old men with stained woven hats, and a few tourists like ourselves. The couple behind us on the bench seat in back (the only stable seat in the house except for the driver’s) bickered back and forth in a gentle way. I couldn’t tell if they were brother and sister or lovers, though I decided it was probably the latter. Music blared, the Mexican landscape rushed by, and now and then we caught a glimpse of the ocean.

In Sayulita, our host, who owns a share in the casa we’re renting, hit us up (in a nice way) about a development he has planned near the beach. He’s purchased the land and now needs money to build the individual units. The market is slow down here, as it is in the States, he said. People are no longer buying up everything in sight. He told us he believes in a moneyless economy. The world is improving, he insisted, it has to. Tomorrow, the night of the full moon, is the last day of a vigil some people worldwide have made for peace and justice. I didn’t pay attention to the name. He invited us to join him and his friends on the beach. How could one resist such an offer?

Oh, I forgot to mention. The beach is gorgeous, one of the nicest I’ve seen, and very clean for Mexico. There’s just one hazard. If you walk barefoot, as most people do, you have to avoid the occasional dump left by horses that tourists ride through the surf. I’ll take pictures of the beach tomorrow. I promise.

November 20, 2010   Comments Off on The Bus to Sayulita