Mar 21, 2009
Guayabitos, and La Jaltemba, mostly referred to as Guayabitos Cove. Another jewell of the Mainland coast. Supposedly this is one of the places where the wealthy mexican elite come for vacation. This was pretty evident in that the town itslef was very nice. Newer style architecture of modern hotels lined the beach along with some old fashioned houses. Im not sure how old the town was but it didnt extend for more than a mile inland off the beach, strictly a beach town. We got into town right around sunset and anchored just behind Isla la Pena, a small, rocky, palm tree lined island about a mile off the cove. There was only one very small beach on the island, where people were ferried back and forth all day by pangas. Matt and I had the genius idea to take the dinghy into town that same night around 9 or 10. Probably shouldve waited till the morning. After dodging fisherman's buoys that lined the beach we made a rough beach landing through small shorebreak onto as section of beach in front of a hotel. The town was alive at night, once again people lined the streets, not like in Mazatlan but it was busier than we expected. The smell of cooking carne filled the air, shops lined the streets selling every kind of trinket/t-shirt imaginable. The clubs were hopping too, it was evident that this was for wealthy mexican citizens as the town was very clean, and almost every club had a cover. We returned to the dinghy later in the night with the intent of taking the dinghy back but the shorebreak had gotten a little rougher, and we were tired. We slept on the beach like bums using the dinghy as a windbreak, (which didn't work very well) we didnt expect it to still get cold at night. At one point I went and stole tablecloths from a closed restaurant to use as blankets, haha. We awoke after a long night to the sight of people walking on the beach all around us looking at us like we were bums. Pretty funny actually, we got in the dinghy and headed back for the boat. The town was just as interesting in the day, fresh fruit markets, and beach vendors with coconuts, fresh fruit, and cooked fish. There was a cross up on a large hill the town had built with a pretty amazing view of the cove. I hiked up there snapped some pics, and said a prayer. We met another bar owner, Jeff who owns latitude 21. Once again, super cool guy, talked with him for a while about surfing amongst other things. Were supposed to be getting a south swell soon, thank god, those short period north swells suck.