Things have been anything but dull on the road with The Globe Trol. Our first week on mainland we spent in Mazatlan with some of our favorite fellow overlanders who we traveled with for about a month and a half. We feel so lucky to have met so many great travelers and locals on this trip so far.
While in Mazatlan we camped on a beach that for the most part we had to ourselves in front of a “pizza” place that only sold coconuts. At night it had a different vibe, it was an open air place where people sat in the dark with piles of weed in front of them while they rolled and smoked joints all night. We were never offered any, but we camped there for free. One person per vehicle was sick for most of those days, strange odds. We took a golf cart taxi tour of the city together that promoted day drinking. Since we camped on an island while in Mazatlan we would take a water taxi back and forth to the city for 43 cents per person.
We finally move south down the coast and end up in a tiny fishing village called Santa Cruz/Miramar. We found a beautiful resort like grounds to camp at for four days. This place was originally built a few hundred years ago for German miners who stole the land and the natives eventually took it back by force or so the legend has it. We stayed there for four days, a gorgeous garden with five small pools looking over the ocean for $11. Awesome. Time to find some free camping again though.
Strolling down the coast a little further we stumbled upon San Pancho just north of Puerto Vallarta. The RV camp spot tell us it’s 300 pesos for a dirt lot and cold showers, no thanks! Well what about the town plaza and for free? Yes that’ll do. We end up hanging out in this swanky town where we find 50 cent killer tacos, a free music festival all weekend in our new backyard(great timing), bathrooms and showers at a near by fish house! What a blast.
We came to Puerto Vallarta to get some major errands taken care of. Our fridge still isn’t working properly, recharge the a/c and pick up a new credit card because ours was compromised. Lesson learned: Dont use ATM’s in dark alleys. It’s also been pretty warm here so we decided to get our A/C recharged and find out that the compressor had a leak and needed to be replaced. Luckily for us we met a mechanic named Jair who spoke great English and had tons of recommendations for destinations while traveling in Mexico. Jair is almost finished with his law degree and then he said he was going to take the same trip to Argentina was he is done. He gave us bottle of Don Julio to take down to South America after he fixed our van.
Christian is screaming “I love Mexico, I never want to leave and if that clown Trump is elected I’m buying a house here!”