We stayed in La Paz for another day, wandering around the city in the heat – making the mistake of not finding out exactly how far it is when asking for directions. What’s the quote, “Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid day sun.” It always seemed wise, but I never truly understood how sage the advice was. I do know.
The next day we packed up our gear and found the Ferry Office, and Ben in a fantastic use of Spanish was able to sort everything out to get the van onto the ferry. We beat the heat by seeing a movie then drove down to the ferry terminal and ended up in line in front of a couple from Edmonton, Alberta, who had driven down from their place in Arizona. We then confusedly boarded the barge amidst a myriad of vague hand signals, spinning flashlights and whistles that let me know I wasn’t doing something right. Eventually we got on the barge parked, and climbed out of the oppressive heat and fumes into the passenger section.
The airconditioning seemed like a blessing at first, but it soon became apparent that the boat was kept uncomfortably cold, and we weren’t allowed to go back to get anything out of the vehicle, so we ended up using our backpacks as blankets or sleeping on our bellies to conserve heat. Nothing else of note happened except that I saw a short old Gaucho with jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy hat and boots and a face deeply creased with wisdom sleeping, with tears running down his cheeks – so sad and odd to see it in a hyper air conditioned modern ferry with “What Lies Beneath” playing in the background.
Once we got to mainland, we drove out of Mazatlan to San Blas. Shortly past San Blas we found an Idyllic RV Park on the Playa de los Cocos. The only other people staying there were a couple from Cold Lake Alberta. It was everything a tropical RV Park should be except it had no beach only rocks with fairly strong waves crashing on them. However, after a 12 hour ferry ride and all day after in the car the water was too nice to resist. My reckless nature saw me bashed up a little, but it was still worth it. The picture I'm going to try and post on the blog will be from this location.
In the morning we headed further down the coast into Puerto Vallarta and beyond to just outside of a small town where we camped at an RV park that a retired couple from Ontario was opening up for the season -- we seemed to be there first clients. Unfortunately we couldn't swim off of the beach, but they did say that the fishing was good. I didn't really know what to expect, but I decided to try my luck, so I wandered down to the crashing waves. It was my first attempt at fishing in Mexico and I had no idea what to use so I randomly chose a white jig and started casting by some rocks -- the pelicans seemed to be staring at me sceptically. However to my suprise, something actually bit my hook and I hauled in a "Jack" as they called it onto the beach. That was the easy part, filleting the fish was the hard part especially sie th sun was setting, the bugs were coming out and I had no idea how to. I did my best, which was poor, and was left with a few small pieces of boneless fish. Unfortuantely we had no butter or oil, and no eggs to make a batter. We cooked some in beer on the frying pan, but it didn't turn out so well -- I still ate some of it.
Since then we have stopped at a Mexican resort for a day, and now find ourselves in an RV Park (with WIFI) just north of Acapulco.
The next day we packed up our gear and found the Ferry Office, and Ben in a fantastic use of Spanish was able to sort everything out to get the van onto the ferry. We beat the heat by seeing a movie then drove down to the ferry terminal and ended up in line in front of a couple from Edmonton, Alberta, who had driven down from their place in Arizona. We then confusedly boarded the barge amidst a myriad of vague hand signals, spinning flashlights and whistles that let me know I wasn’t doing something right. Eventually we got on the barge parked, and climbed out of the oppressive heat and fumes into the passenger section.
The airconditioning seemed like a blessing at first, but it soon became apparent that the boat was kept uncomfortably cold, and we weren’t allowed to go back to get anything out of the vehicle, so we ended up using our backpacks as blankets or sleeping on our bellies to conserve heat. Nothing else of note happened except that I saw a short old Gaucho with jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy hat and boots and a face deeply creased with wisdom sleeping, with tears running down his cheeks – so sad and odd to see it in a hyper air conditioned modern ferry with “What Lies Beneath” playing in the background.
Once we got to mainland, we drove out of Mazatlan to San Blas. Shortly past San Blas we found an Idyllic RV Park on the Playa de los Cocos. The only other people staying there were a couple from Cold Lake Alberta. It was everything a tropical RV Park should be except it had no beach only rocks with fairly strong waves crashing on them. However, after a 12 hour ferry ride and all day after in the car the water was too nice to resist. My reckless nature saw me bashed up a little, but it was still worth it. The picture I'm going to try and post on the blog will be from this location.
In the morning we headed further down the coast into Puerto Vallarta and beyond to just outside of a small town where we camped at an RV park that a retired couple from Ontario was opening up for the season -- we seemed to be there first clients. Unfortunately we couldn't swim off of the beach, but they did say that the fishing was good. I didn't really know what to expect, but I decided to try my luck, so I wandered down to the crashing waves. It was my first attempt at fishing in Mexico and I had no idea what to use so I randomly chose a white jig and started casting by some rocks -- the pelicans seemed to be staring at me sceptically. However to my suprise, something actually bit my hook and I hauled in a "Jack" as they called it onto the beach. That was the easy part, filleting the fish was the hard part especially sie th sun was setting, the bugs were coming out and I had no idea how to. I did my best, which was poor, and was left with a few small pieces of boneless fish. Unfortuantely we had no butter or oil, and no eggs to make a batter. We cooked some in beer on the frying pan, but it didn't turn out so well -- I still ate some of it.
Since then we have stopped at a Mexican resort for a day, and now find ourselves in an RV Park (with WIFI) just north of Acapulco.
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