|A giant whale sculpture that everyone uses as a sign post for tourists|
Today I cycle there again. Riding a bicycle on Mexican streets is not for the faint of heart. I notice the first OOpla, when I realize right in the middle of the intersection that I'm running a red light. I think some honker behind me might have saved me here but I can't be sure given the general level of honking around here. Just 2 minutes later I try to escape the heard of buses in the immediate vicinity of my left elbow by getting onto the calmer lane on the right that just opened up. But what also opened up was a rectangular gap along the pavement that is as wide as my palm and even deeper than that. It proceed in parallel to the road and my direction of travel for about 100 meter. Ever got your front tire stuck in railway or tram tracks? This would have been MUCH worse than tram tracks. As with most incidences like that I can't remember what I did but I escaped unscathed ;-) Let's drink a glass to the Protector Saint of Cyclists ! Make that two; one never can be too careful !
|I used it to find the bike rental place (Turn LEFT at the WHALE and immediately LEFT at the Starbucks)|
By I still have some Pesos left and my appetite completely vanishes when I think about the hotel food or the hotel wine (For some reason the hotel's white wine has the same strange pungent smell and TASTE as the butter distributed in the hotel). I cycle downtown to get some more non-pungent wine and flavour-full food in the restaurant at El Malecon.
|Pelican with fish|
|Fish in bag|
|Not going down well. Fish back in beak|
|Fish back in bag|
|and back in the beak|
|STAY AWAY from my fish|
|The bird vibrates his neck containing the fish, but the fish doesn't proceed further down.|
He's not willing to give up the fish, even though the camera-wielding crowd of spectators keeps growing and keeps getting closer. I leave after a couple of minutes, but for all I know, the bird is still there, its efforts of swallowing that fish being witnessed and photographically recorded by hordes of tourists ( The bird and I and my camera were alone for all of 30 seconds before the crowd started to form).
In the restaurant I apply what I was taught by yesterday's waiter: Instead of ordering "Un vaso de vino blanco, por favor", I order "Una copa de vino blanco, por favor". Makes sense to order one's wine in a wine glass instead of in a water glass. Gracias amigo ! The LARGE pieces of very lightly breaded and deep-fried squid (Don't even think Calamari) are delicious and in addition to the greenish peppery dipping sauce the waiter today brings me two types of Hot Sauce. Since the mantra of "When in Rome ..." has always served me well, I stay away from the familiar looking bottle of Tabasco sauce and try Salsa Huichol Picante. YUMMY !!!
The wine is flowing formidably well. I am unsure of what to do !!! I've typed this whole post up to here while sitting here. Should I order another? Would that be wise given the state of Mexican roads and local traffic conditions? What other options do present themselves? Dessert cake and pungent wine at the hotel?
|Not my pic !|
Note: In the interest of further investigation of the effect of good wine on my well-being I just ordered "otra copa de vino blanco", so if this post goes tipsy, DO BLAME the VINO BLANCO ;-)
|An excellent, if fortunate, mixture of reflection and reality|
|Lots of information in this pic. There are very overweight Mexicans and there are buses that break down|
On Thursday I get up early, go down for the by-now boring schlop they call breakfast here. Hans has barely stopped snoring when I leave the room to start my 5 km ride to return the bike. HINT: If you ever think about renting a bicycle in Puerto Vallarta, DO GET all the suspension you can get AND get a VERY SOFT seat.
The store is supposed to open at 9 am but the owner is there before and there are taxis lurking everywhere in the affluent Marina district. Even I am surprised when I walk back into the room at 9:10 am.
After 4 non-productive hours in bus, airport lounges and at the flight gate, we seem to complete boarding only 5 minutes after the scheduled take-off time. I follow my standard procedure and am asleep in my seat almost as soon as my posterior makes contact. Which is a good thing, because when I wake up more than 1 hour later, the view out of the window has not changed. Apparently a warning light in the cockpit was being paid attention to by opening the plane's engine hood.
Do I need to mention, that Vancouver is dark and cold, and that traffic across Lions Gate Bridge at 7:30 pm is GLACIAL.