Puerto Vallarta
Trip Start
Apr 28, 2009
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Trip End
Mar 26, 2010
Puerto Vallarta, Pacific Coast, Mexico
Friday, June 12, 2009
Upon arriving, Christina and I pulled over to the first Publico Playa (Public Beach) we found and organized Wesley for the night. The bikes came in handy as we road in to the center of town and had pizza cooked in a clay oven. We watched the end of the Lakers/Orlando game at a club called the Zoo and finished up the night in a quaint little Mexican bar with a few margaritas and beers.
The next day we decided that we would take the car to a muffler shop as all the rattling along the roads caused a weld to separate (pretty annoying since we just had a new muffler put on when we were in Merced, CA). Luckily enough we were only charged 70 pesos (US$5.18).
After mending Wesley up, we decided to head off to find a nice pool bar to hang our hats for the day. Upon arriving back into town the Policia set up a speed trap, sure enough I was traveling maybe 4km over the limit and we were pulled over. The officer, wearing his Prada sunglasses, notifies me with broken English that he is giving me a speeding ticket for 580 pesos (US$43). He will be holding on to my driver license which can be picked up at the Police office the next day (typical story, which all us gringos are familiar with). Upon trying to find out where we need to go and pay, which was impossible to figure out, the officer suggested maybe we might want to pay now because it would be much more convenient. However, we cannot go to the office and tell anyone... surprise, surprise. So we paid our fine (bribe) and I was given my drivers license back, so off we went.
After the issue with the Police we found a much needed pool bar where we had all you can drink and eat for several hours. We relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the day.
Later on in the afternoon we went back into town, of course I was now looking like a lobster. Today was the day for things to go wrong… while driving down the river stone road Christina’s bike decided fly off the back. With horns a blaring, I ran off and picked the bike off the road. Christina’s grade 5 bike was no longer rideable the back wheel was completely bent. We drove off to have a shower and clean our clothes, which many of the hostels in the area can offer. Upon stopping, Christina noticed that her bike was now un-repairable… the front tire was gone. Where, neither one of us know.
