Beautiful Day At Boca

Boca de Tomatlan, as some of you already know, is a little town just past Mismaloya - One man, three woman, a night like no other, Night Of The Iquana. Unlike Mismaloya which, with the building of a huge hotel, has changed dramatically over the last several years, Boca pretty much remains the sleepy little village it has always been.

Sure, there is a fairly substantial pier that went up last year, primarily to accomodate the large Zodiac-like boat that ferries day-trippers in from the cruise ships. But it isn't too intrusive and the day-trippers tend to stay to their far end of the beach.

To me, Boca is still the perfect little get-away just a fairly short bus ride (more on the buses in another post) from downtown Puerto Vallarta.

Sandy And Rico On The Bus


And my favorite restaurant in Boca is:

Boca del Mar


Not much of a restaurant, really. Just a little cook-shack and a grill outside with tables on the beach. But what more could you want?

This time there were ten of us who went out to spend a day on the beach.

The Whole Crowd


Oops, Wayne was hiding behind Marge in that shot.

And Here Is Wayne


We left our place in Puerto Vallarta at about 10:00 AM so we got out to Boca before the cook showed up for work. No problem, the bar was open and we were given free appetizers to start with.

Yum, Cucumbers And Sliced Cold Weiners


Hey, it wasn't too bad and went well with our beers. Marge, of course, once again, ordered something to match her outfit.

How Does She Do It?


We were again given our choice of a couple of very large snappers to choose from:

The Big One, Of Course


We were going to get a couple orders of their Mummy Shrimp and some other stuff but the waiter suggested we get the fish (a given) and then a couple of the mixed plates of shrimp for the table. He assured us it would be plenty and cheaper as well.

Again, the snapper was split open and then grilled with whatever delicious barbecue sauce they use.

The Grill Masters


Perfection


The Finished Product


It didn't take long for everyone to start digging in, either.

A Feast Fit For Royalty


The Mysterious Chinese Woman Happy As A Lark


After a leisurely meal our group split up with some going on a little nature hike and others (this would include me) content to stay behind and soak up some sun and suds.

The adventurous group took some of the obligatory nature shots.

River


Boat On River


Fearsome Wild Chicken


Killer Dogs


Dangerous River Crossing


All I can say is that I am glad I didn't subject myself to such an arduous adventure. Marcie was visibly shaken and, upon her return, had to calm her nerves with a complimentary shot of racillia.

Shaken, But Not Stirred


Hell, her recounting of the group's ordeal got me so nervous that I was forced to join her.

Misery, Er, Marcie Loves Company


Even the usually unflappable Paul needed some settling down.

Ah, Much Better Now


It was another lovely day and the locals were out in force enjoying themselves at some kind of a get-together.

Just Down The Beach


There weren't any cruise ships in port today so just one group came zipping over, presumably on a day-trip from one of the all-inclusive resorts out by the marina. And, of course, they all dutifully headed over to their end of the beach, well out of view and well back from the water. Go figure.

There is a good chance that I will be heading out to Boca again, if there is enough time. I know some people want to visit the botanical gardens, and that is kind of a day trip. The Mysterious Chinese Woman does volunteer work at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden so she is always interested in this kind of stuff. And a trip to Bucerias is likely as well.

So much to do and, what always seems like, so little time to do it in. Of course there are those days spent just laying on the beach or by the pool too. Life is tough.

My Two Amigas

Just a quick post today, a picture of my two friends at the Super-Deli down the street where I do the majority of my shopping. If they don't have it, the Mysterious Chinese Woman has to go get it.

My Two Amigas


Really hot and windy today. The hottest day since I got here. Someone said it hit 90 F, and with the humidity it felt every degree of that.

We are going to head to Steve's Sports Bar in a bit to try to catch the first half of the Gopher's Iowas baskeball game and then head to Bite Me! to see the Quesadiva's do a 60's concert.

Tomorrow I will post about our return trip to Boca with my friends Rico and Sandy.

Visitors From The North

My friends Rico and Sandy arrived yesterday from Minneapolis, land of 10,000 frozen solid lakes. A place where frozen food comes fresh from the garden.

Arriving In Paradise


Having gotten up at about 2:00 AM to catch their early morning flight I am sure they wanted nothing more than to just unwind on the beach. Of course I had other plans.

Party, Party, Party


I had invited a bunch of people, Marge and Wayne, Bill and Marcie, and Paul and Sharon to come over for frozen margaritas, jello shots and snacks to welcome the new arrivals.

Rico, Sandy, Wayne, Sharon and Paul


Bill, Marcie and Marge


I was particularly impressed with Marge who managed to coordinate her outfit with the frozen margaritas I had made.

Always Fashionable


I made some dynamite jellos shots. At least I thought so. Lime jello and Apple Pucker with little umbrellas. Wayne looked a little disappointed that I managed to get the lion's share.

Not Happy At All


Actually, they weren't all for me. I know how much Bill likes his umbrella drinks so I generously presented them to him. He teared up with joy.

Happy Happy Joy Joy


I also made some goopy kind of thick cheese and chorizo fondue thing. It was good if you scooped some up and put it on a taco chip and then stuck it in the microwave for about 10 seconds.

Scooping The Goop


It was a great party that didn't end until Wayne was throwing up in the sink and the Mysterious Chinese Woman was trying, unsuccessfully, to walk a straight line.

The Perfect Ending


Okay, that was a bit of an exageration. Wayne wasn't throwing up and the Mysterious Chinese Woman always looks like she is trying to walk a straight line.

It was a nice little get-together and I promised Rico and Sandy that today we could just relax on the beach. Let's see how that works out.

Banditos

The other day a group of 13 tourists, 7 of whom were children, were held up while on a horseback tour here in Puerto Vallarta. One of the bandits was armed with an AK-47 and the other had a machete. An unfortunate incident, to be sure, but the locals reaction to it borders on the absurd.

First, the tour operators wouldn't give out refunds, even though the tourists had to walk most of the way back because the bandits ran off their horses.

Second, the local authorities did almost nothing in terms of trying to find the bandits.

Third, and most hilarious, at least to me, the locals are now saying the news media is making much too big a deal of this and it, the news coverage and not the incident itself, will hurt tourism.

Now I live in Brooklyn where crime is certainly not unheard of. But I suspect that if thirteen tourists were held up in New York City by someone wielding an AK-47 it would probably make the front page. Somehow the people in Puerto Vallarta, particularly the expats, think this news should be buried in order to preserve their image.

Now don't get me wrong. I think Puerto Vallarta is a wonderful place, I come here every year and will continue to do so. But I have learned that any mention of crime here is considered to be strictly taboo as it will hurt the tourism industry. And, of course, it is always the United States or Canadian media that is blamed. The truly gory, full color pictures of bloody corpses and decapitated heads featured in the Mexican newspapers are, I guess, acceptable because potential tourists don't read them.

This is reminiscent of the Swine Flu problem when it was the United States that was blamed for all of the hysteria and the subsequent drop in tourism here. Never mind that Puerto Vallarta shut down all of their bars and restaurants, it was all the fault of the United States media, particularly CNN. Meanwhile, CNN was bending over backwards to say that travel restrictions were unnecessary.

Ah well, such is life in paradise. Shit happens, just don't mention the smell.

The Road To Ixtapa

Last Saturday Bill, Marcie, The Mysterious Chinese Woman and I decided to take a bus ride to Ixtapa, one of the little towns outside of Puerto Vallarta. Just a 6.5 peso ride on one of the city buses. I am not sure if we got off in the center of town, but we did get off by a restaurant.

Velasco, I Think


Maybe Velasco is the name of the people who own and run the restaurant. We walked around a bit and asked a couple of people what they thought the best restaurant was and they both said this one.

The group in front of the restaurant. Actually two pictures. Someone has to be the person taking them.

Hmm, Missing Marcie


Now Bar Man Is Missing


Hey, no complaints. The food was good and reasonably priced and the beers were only a buck. I started out with cerviche on those little round taco things.

Ah, Raw Fish


My philosophy is to always push the edge when it comes to eating. Raw fish in a small town on the far outskirts of Puerto Vallarta seemed to be a step in the right direction.

I ordered a combination platter of a fish filet, shrimp, and octopus. It came with a scoop of rice and a nice salad.

Generous Portions, And Very Good


Bill really liked the butter on his bread. He has been complaining about the butter here in Mexico and asked the proprietor what brand he used. I think it was a kind of generally available butter but he said he added a little salt and lime juice to it.

A Little Bit Of Butter


Everyone enjoyed their meal and everyone in the restaurant was very friendly. The waiter took a picture of us so we got one of those hard to come by full group shots.

Everyone Smile


While walking around we spotted a butcher shop and I asked if I could take a couple of pictures. You kind of knew the meat had to be fresh.

Just Cut Me Off A Rib Or A Limb


I love the deep fried pig fat that they sell in Mexico. Kind of like those pork rinds you can buy but so much better. Crispy on the outside with just a bit of the juicy fat in the middle.

Got's To Have Them


The Mysterious Chinese Woman did a little, well, not quite window shopping.

Just My Size


As we were waiting for the bus back to Puerto Vallarta I spotted a little stand across the street selling the Mexican equivalent of snow cones.

Mexican Snow Cone Stand


Of Course I Had To Have One, Tamarindo


The proprietor and I bonded. Probably because no gringo had ever frequented her stand before.

Me And My Amiga


Of course Bill was positive that if the raw fish didn't kill me the snow cone surely would.

No Guts, No Glory


After a fun-filled afternoon we caught the bus back to Puerto Vallarta and, I am happy to say, I suffered no ill effects from my questionable diet. In fact the next day I had the rest of the deep-fried pig fat for breakfast.

Breakfast Of Champions


Some of the most interesting and fun days are the ones where you just grab a bus out of town and get off when you see something interesting. I highly recommend it, at least if you are in Puerto Vallarta.

Our Friends To The North And South

Heh, I got a few comments from people when I pointed out that Mexico is part of North America. Funny how we in the United States have a somewhat distorted view of the world and where we sit in it.

For example, did you know that Toronto is south of Minneapolis, Portland and Seattle? Or that you drive almost due south from Detroit to get to Windsor, Canada?

And did you know that Juarez, Mexico is north of Austin, Texas and way north of Miami, Florida? In fact Juarez is north of the whole state of Florida.

Of course all of this is subject to change because scientists now say that the earthquake in Chile has knocked the earth off its axis.

Bending over backwards to keep you informed.

Oh! Canada!

Well, it was a hell of a game. And, let's be honest, Canada, USA, they all play professional hockey, and mostly for United State's teams. The Olympics ain't what they used to be. Not like the old days, by golly.

Still, a few of us searched in vain for a place to watch the game in the bars here in Puerto Vallarta, but every place was either packed or not showing the game. We finally parked ourselves in, of all places, bite me! (don't blame me, they don't capitalize their name) right across from Blue Seas where we all stay.

They had a table and a small flat-screen television where we could park ourselves to watch the games.

Boring pictures of us drinking follow. Turn your heads if you don't want to see them.

Bill And Marcie


Sharon And Paul


The Mysterious Chinese Woman And Bar Man


Beers are only 20 pesos or about $1.75 and the margaritas are 35 pesos or a bit under $3.00 so not a bad deal. Stay away from the appetizers though, not very tasty.

After two periods with Canada leading 2 to 1 Paul and Sharon and me and the Mysterious Chinese Woman headed up to my place to watch the rest of the game. Bill and Marcie had had enough.

Well, you know the exciting end. With 24 seconds left the USA tied it up and it looked like God was on our (USA's) side. Hey, we all know He or She or It doesn't really care about war, famine, and natural disasters but is very interested in the outcome of sports events.

But then there must have been a flurry of prayers sent up by our northern neighbors and, well, you know the rest.

Sharon had to take pictures of the victory, even if it was just from my kind of lousy television.

Savor The Memory


Sigh!


Being the kind of guy I am, I simply shared a congratulatory shot of racillia with Paul.

Congratulations


Of course this morning my view of the beach was compromised by my neighbors.

How Rude


But hey, we are all Americans here, North (and that includes both Canada and Mexico) Central and South. I await the day when bull fighting becomes an Olympic event. And, if curling made it in, Why not?

Oh, and if they want to make curling more appealing, have the women's curling team wear outfits like the women's figure skaters. Nude curling would be even a bigger hit. Actually, from a male's perspective, any sport that involves women would be more appealing if played naked.