Short Version:
Delicious foods, dangerous driving, return to an incredible spot
Long Version:
Before the speedos made an appearance, we needed delicious foods, and none of us could be arsed cooking after the big driving day we'd had. So we hit the road again, heading north from Playa Buenevanturas to Bertha's, first culinary star of our southward path. It was closed. And there was a truck full of gun-toting soldiers cruising the El Burro beachfront. So we carried on, a couple more kilometres north, to Playa Santispac and Ana's Bar and restaurant, where we'd purchased tequila and ice on our way through the first time.
Wonderful setting on a beautiful beach, incredibly friendly waiter guy, and
pretty bloody good food (and long-overdue beer!) combined to have us feeling pretty good, up until I realised I was about to have a crack at night driving in Mexico for the first time. Looking back on the experience, it's not something I want to be doing on a daily basis, but not the extreme horror promised by travel guidebooks, although that's entirely possibly due to good luck rather than guidebook insincerity. Having driven around half of the roughly 3000km we've now put in on Mexican roads, I can see all-too-easily how night driving could go horribly wrong horribly quickly. Indeed, we saw a bunch of road-workers on our way to the bar, digging and doing some concreting (at 8pm). We passed the same group walking along the highway on our way back, in the dark, an hour and a half later. We didn`t see them until we were quite close, which was a bit scary, and highlighted just how real the prospect of meeting one of the random cows, goats, and dogs we`ve seen meander out onto roads in front of us and other vehicles was.
Still, we made it back in one piece, then proceeded to spend several hours playing Scrabble and drinking tequila and swimming in the sea, in warm water with phospherescence and full moons*. Doesn't get much better than that.
* = In the sky, and in the sea
Delicious foods, dangerous driving, return to an incredible spot
Long Version:
Before the speedos made an appearance, we needed delicious foods, and none of us could be arsed cooking after the big driving day we'd had. So we hit the road again, heading north from Playa Buenevanturas to Bertha's, first culinary star of our southward path. It was closed. And there was a truck full of gun-toting soldiers cruising the El Burro beachfront. So we carried on, a couple more kilometres north, to Playa Santispac and Ana's Bar and restaurant, where we'd purchased tequila and ice on our way through the first time.
Wonderful setting on a beautiful beach, incredibly friendly waiter guy, and
pretty bloody good food (and long-overdue beer!) combined to have us feeling pretty good, up until I realised I was about to have a crack at night driving in Mexico for the first time. Looking back on the experience, it's not something I want to be doing on a daily basis, but not the extreme horror promised by travel guidebooks, although that's entirely possibly due to good luck rather than guidebook insincerity. Having driven around half of the roughly 3000km we've now put in on Mexican roads, I can see all-too-easily how night driving could go horribly wrong horribly quickly. Indeed, we saw a bunch of road-workers on our way to the bar, digging and doing some concreting (at 8pm). We passed the same group walking along the highway on our way back, in the dark, an hour and a half later. We didn`t see them until we were quite close, which was a bit scary, and highlighted just how real the prospect of meeting one of the random cows, goats, and dogs we`ve seen meander out onto roads in front of us and other vehicles was.Still, we made it back in one piece, then proceeded to spend several hours playing Scrabble and drinking tequila and swimming in the sea, in warm water with phospherescence and full moons*. Doesn't get much better than that.
* = In the sky, and in the sea
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