Beaches, caves and food!

Posted: September 24, 2012 by Central America Overland Expeditions in Expedition/Travel
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We woke up early again thanks to the chickens and “Soni Gas”! So we decided to do some exercise.  We ran by the smoothie guy, standing behind his cart dancing to the music, promising we would be back after our run. We ran through town and along the beach. Three quarters of the way down the beach we found a large log laying at the water’s edge. It was just perfect for some sit ups and pushups. The waves were refreshing, washing over us as we counted out the reps.

Sayulita Beach- Great for work outs and beautiful!

Farther on down the beach we saw a large protrusion of rocks. Rock formations that would make a rock climber excited. They jutted out into the water. It seemed there was no passing the rocks when the tide was in. However, as we neared the formation, light could be seen deep in the rocks! As we looked closer, we found that there was a cave tunnel, allowing access to the other side. Crabs ran around on the rocks, eyeing us, as if to say, “Do not enter”! We did any way of course.

Beach cave exposed an untouched beach

At one point you had to nearly get on your hands and knees to crawl through. I decided to just go for it and not contemplate what was crawling through with me. Waves crashed around us into the narrow passage adding to the excitement of exploring the unknown

All of a sudden, we popped out the other side. There before us was an unscathed beach! It was untouched by human or otherwise. There were no tracks, no beach chairs, umbrellas, or noise. There was just the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks, the birds overhead, as they circled above, and pure sand and nature. It was an exciting thought that we had discovered a vacant beach.  We walked around just enjoying the fact that for a moment we were on our own private beach, before heading back into town .

The hidden beach

Back at the smoothie stand, we ordered a fruit smoothie and watched it being made. The contents were ultra fresh as he walked across the street to the vegetable and fruit stand, minutes before, to  get the ingredients. For mine, I chose oranges, pineapple, papaya, mango, strawberries, and a little lime. Bernard ordered the green drink. Of the many ingredients, it contained cactus leaves, celery, and carrots. The blender was full for each drink he mixed up. The great part was, he would fill your cup nearly three times with the contents from the blender all for only 35 pesos. That’s a little over $2.00! Very refreshing!

Dancing smoothie man

Around lunch time we ventured back into town to see what we could find to eat. That is where we met Art. Art is a hard working guy; His sole responsibility is to get you into the small family run business for lunch. We saw him every day for a week. Each time he was out in the street directing traffic to the restaurant. He had the laugh and personality for it and easily convinced us to have lunch. This is where one of my many tolerances were tested. Anyone that knows me well, knows I am a germ phobic. I have an extremely difficult time drinking from a glass someone else has drunk from, even family members. I wash my hands all the time just to make sure I’m not carrying a virus. My stomach gets queasy at the sound or site of nasal fluids. You get the point. I am paranoid. So we walk into the tiny one room restaurant where mother is standing behind the grill waiting to prepare our order. Daughter is washing the dishes from a previous customer and Dad is smiling at us not speaking one word of English. After we ordered, Dad brings out some chips and salsa. Great! Every good Mexican restaurant should serve chips and salsa. However, I noticed right away, that someone had already been eating my salsa. I felt like I was in the story of the three bears. And somebody ate all my porridge! No, there was still some salsa, but clearly, someone had already been eating on it. The chips at least did appear to be fresh from the bag. Bernard dug right in never giving it a thought, But I couldn’t get over eating salsa after someone had already been eating it. It was as if the prior customer left some in the bowl and the owner said, I think Ill save this for my next customer. I chewed on a couple of chips and passed on the salsa. I have found since then that it is fairly common for the restaurants to reuse the chips and salsas. It is kind of a community offering. I have timidly eaten from some of these recycled bowls, however have to draw the line when I physically see the flies helping themselves. I know they are full of germs!

Our buddy Art and the owner of the family restaurant

Later after a swim in the ocean and a little sun on the beach, we noticed a man staring at our roof top tent set up. He was standing a ways off, so I decided to continue relaxing. However, Bernard got up and started talking to him .The conversation turned from the tents to our travels. The man said he had made similar trip years ago and was envious of our adventure. He had toured Central America on a motorcycle. He said he had some detailed maps that he would like to give us and invited us to his house 30 minutes away. He said it was deep in the jungles of San Pancho. He agreed to come by later that week and let us follow him to see his home. We said good bye promising to visit and talked excitedly about the many people we were meeting in Sayulita.

Checking the maps

For dinner we found a place on the out skirts of town. A man had an electric spit that was cooking numerous chickens simultaneously. We chose the half chicken, which included grilled whole baby potatoes, rice, salsa, tortillas, all for 50 pesos (about $3.50)! We found out that the mans name was Pepe. He told us he was the owner of a local non-profit radio station in town. The recent storm had damaged his transmitter so it was currently off air, but he hoped to be back on soon. We exchanged info, and promised to stay in touch.  He said his non profit benefited young women and ladies that suffered from domestic abuse and elderly that could no longer take care of themselves.. We promised to be of any assistance we could. We took the meals back to the hostel and settled in checking our emails and facebook ,and discussing the days events with our fellow travelers at the hostel. Life in Sayulita is great!

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Comments
  1. John Dupre says:

    Difficult to read as it is so wide on my screen, you must be using a giant type-writer. I’ve tried everyway possible to reduce it with no success!! “no air time John”

  2. Robert Lee says:

    Still in Sayulita? Interested in a great day trip? Head north, stop in La Penita for a shrimp burrito lunch at Mario’s Tortas, then drive on to Playa La Tortugas — 45-60 minutes depending on the condition of the road. At this time of year, you’ll find 10+km of beautiful, unspoiled beach (more in the winter). You might even have it all to yourself. Then head just a little north by car back on the main road, and have a snack at Platanitos, where you’ll find a bunch of palapa restaurants on the beach — Ruiz is my favourite. Have fun! Robert

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