Bienvenido loyal reader. Please join Bruce and Mary as they venture up the coast to Bucerias.
We have headed south of Puerto Vallarta to check out Boca de Tomatlan, and of course there are many other destinations south but this day we have decided to head north to Bucerias. We have heard many good things about this coastal city.
We hop a Tunnel bus on Basilio Badillo and this is a view from up the hill a bit. We’re on our way to the Walmart bus staging area which is about a half hour from Old Town. It is a little depressing to think that all roads lead to Walmart.
Across the highway from Walmart is the marina and a cruise ship is docked. After about a 15 minute wait, we board a bus for Bucerias. The boletos, tickets, are 12Pp each.
We are leaving city limits, headed north.
After about 45 minutes we have crossed the border into the state of Nayarit and arrived in Bucerias, a city of 10,000, a local tells us. We debark here in Centro.
The walkway to the beach is very colorful with an energetic ambiance.
A block from the beach, Mary takes a load off in this parque muy tranquilo.
The whole walk to the beach is pretty much one big mercado. We find that horses are quite a popular means of transport here.
We’ve come to the beach and this is the view north…
And the view south. In a very short time, the both of us have fallen in love with Bucerias, it is so beautiful and peaceful and the beach is seductively secluded. We could live here.
Oh no!… As is my custom, I immediately take a dip and find that not only does the sea bottom drop off very quickly, it is, well to be frank, pretty icky. It is a mucky bottom, like walking in a swamp, and the powerful surf nearly knocks me down. I guess we won’t be moving to Bucerias.
But we are here for the afternoon and this is a great place to luxuriate. Mary says Cheers!
I am about to light our Saturday cigar.
You gotta love the name of this nearby restaurant.
Manuel, the rare vendor here, stops by and he is so amiable we have him join us for a time. We quiz him about the area and during our conversation (he speaks perfect English, like everyone in the PV area it seems) he points out the red tide which now that we look for it we can clearly see.
And soon the Muerto Rojo, Red Death, take its toll. All these dead fish washed up in a matter of minutes. If I was thinking of going back in the water before, I sure as heck am not going to now.
Our beers have played out. So we pack our gear and head out, walking by this beach road packed with tiendas, on our way.
Along the way we pass this pretty awesome graffiti.
Feeling a wee bit peckish, we stop in at this Cocina Economica, one of many in this mercado.
While we’re waiting for our food I track down the one bano serving the mercado. Three pesos later I am feeling much better.
This is Mary’s 18P Quesadilla accompanied by a salad and our favorite salsa, Cola de Rato.
And my Pollo ala Mexicana sets me back 40P. Both meals are muy delicioso!
And for dessert, we have sewage. Timing is everything.
We have walked up to the highway and caught this combi, 15 passenger van, for the ride back to PV. This young lad is about to pass our fares up to the driver.
We notice that many Nayarit public works are decorated with colorful artwork, which we think are commissioned, not simply graffiti, this is one sample.
We arrive at the Walmart bus staging area and wait about 10 minutes for a bus into Old Town and soon enough we are back home, happy to have visited the bucolic and beautiful city of Bucerias. Cheers!
Thanks for visiting, gentle reader. As always, Bruce and Mary appreciate comentarios on this subject or any subject. Hasta proxima Domingo!