Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, a city of 225,000 people on the Pacific Ocean. Beautiful ocean views off the port, a city surrounded by mountains, there is not a lot of room for more growth. As you talk to people who have been here before, they talk about this quaint little city, it is not so quaint anymore, PV is a big city.
We pulled in to port early this morning, when we woke and looked off our balcony, we felt like we had parked right in the center of the city. There is no movement on the boat and there are grass parks and streets outside. The sun is up and shining beautifully, 80+ degrees for a gorgeous January day. I’m loving it.
We left the boat with two families in tow, including three little ones, approached by everyone and their dog to grab a taxi for $5/ea or a personal van that would take us anywhere we wanted all day long for $20/person. There were also car rental places, all we really wanted to do was go to the Malecon and take a look around. When Nathan suggested the city bus I had a moment of indecision, I probably wouldn’t have thought of that on my own, but I’m so glad we followed through. The bus stop was right around the corner from the cruise ship, for a total of $8 for the day, that’s not each, that’s total, nine of us traveled wherever we wanted to go. The bus was certainly an experience, they cruise the city streets at a fast pace, the suspension wasn’t so good, but the brakes worked awesome. It was a good thing too. At one time I thought I was going to get to talk about being in a bus crash, but no, we just had an exciting ride.
We spent hours in town, Jacob played on the beach as the waves crashed in, he loved the waves chasing him up the beach. There is a little plaza with some brass sculptures, we played there for a bit too. We found a little torta shop for some sandwiches and then we walked along the Malecon and viewed the sights. Our final stop downtown was a great little restaurant on the grotto, then a walk through the gauntlet. We walked the flea market on the way back to the bus stop. Every little space is filled with a different vendor and they all want to sell the trinkets they have. It’s like walking to the blowhole near Ensenada. La Buffadora is an iconic place, but sometimes it doesn’t seem worth it to be harassed by those trying to sell you stuff.
Back on the ship around sundown, we were too full to have dinner, but we stopped in for dessert. Imagine our surprise when our table of twelve was completely empty. Tip, our waiter was happy to see us and fed us dessert as requested. We dropped in on the Spectacular theater for the local folklore show and then back aft to the Piano Bar to listen to some terrific music. We spent hours listening to the piano, then a quick stop at the pizza bar before bed time. I’m pooped, we are running fast and furious and loving every minute of it. I don’t know why I didn’t start enjoying cruising before now.