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Published: February 22nd 2014
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Cheers for us! We've decide to stay here longer, since we're getting into the rhythm of days here: a run on the beach, breakfast and on-line time (since it takes an hour to get breakfast here), some sort of sightseeing, swimming, beers and quesadillas on the beach, more swimming, showers, card playing on the patio, nap, and dinner...
Today we visited the Salt Museum (no one there, not even running the gift shop, but everything open...) and took a boat tour of the estuary by the turtle center. Since the walk back yesterday was not one we wanted to repeat, we had planned to take a taxi there, and get the driver's phone number so we could call from the turtle center when we wanted to return. However, we couldn't find a taxi. I asked a collective driver whose van was near the taxi stand if he went to the Turtle Center, and he didn't. As I walked away he called me back and said he'd take us...so the passengers had to go all the way to the turtle center with us, and then all the way back to the main road (over 5 km total) and the driver pocketed 100 pesos from
Old salt warehouse
Lots of salt still there..I've got some in my hand. Salt has been important here since the Spaniards were mining silver, since salt is used in silver extraction...I will bring some back.... us...
The driver said he could come back for us in 4-5 hours, but we wouldn't be there that long. We spotted two Canadian couples waiting for the same boat and decide we would beg them for a ride back....The boat tour was fine...saw lots of birds, but no crocs...We were in the thickest mangroves we've ever seen...and with the longest roots we've seen: 30 feet up from the water.
After the tour, we asked the Canadians for a ride, and they said we could try to fit into their small car (and they were large people)...we decided insrtead to ask the school teachers if we could ride on the bus, as they were just leaving too. We got on the bus to the great amusement and delight of the students, who were in an English-focused program. The braver ones began to hurl questions from the back of the bus, and eventually some came up to sit closer to us and converse. We talked about Mackelmore, Harry Potter, and how we like Mexico...
They cheered us as we got off....
As we expected, the hotel and town filled up on Friday night. There are umbrellas and
Mules along the railroad
When the railroad first came in the early 1900's, it made this town a well-known seaside resort. Most of the town was washed away by a tsunami in 1932. chairs covering every square foot of the upper beach in front of our hotel. Beer is pouring into town. We are currently sharing the second floor with an extended Belgian/Mexican family, and three guys on big motorcycles... The first weekend in March this town has its version of the Oyster Run...won't be staying for it!
People arrived at our hotel as late as 10:30pm and played in the pool til 4:00am...the sound of the waves muffled most of the laughter, and we slept fairly well without ear plugs... Our hotel is only $40/night, and has a few design problems...for example, you need to time your shower so that people aren't climbing the stairs to the third floor and looking directly into the bathroom! But it seems to be the best in town, of those located on the beach. We will stay another two nights; through Tuesday am at least. We may head up to Manzanillo next, if we can fly home from there.
It is currently snowing at home, which I'm sorry to miss....! (Really I am...although it hard to feel sorry about much when one is under a palapa drinking fresh orange juice, with waves crashing nearby...)
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Sally Campbell
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Manzanilla
I'm looking forward to hearing about your visit to Manzanilla. Years ago (about 1996 or so) my parents rented a villa there for part of the winter. I was terrified at the thought of my father driving down there from Tennessee in his '80's so I met them in San Antonio, drove their car down, then stayed a week to help them settle in. Then I flew back to Chicago to work. I thought Manzanilla was exceedingly boring. Perhaps it's livened up by now. I hope so for your sake. It's a fishing village, other than some large new resorts (we stayed in one) there was no place to go. Few restaurants, nothing historical. Well, have fun!