3 girlfriends and I went to Sayulita, Mexico for 10 days. Erica, 30, SWF CCU nurse. Lalena, 3?, MWF, Cath lab nurse and Natsu 26 SWF in a committed relationship, CCU nurse. We rented a casa right on the beach. Sayulita is a surf based village about 40 mins north-west of Puerto Vallarta. Lots of dirt roads with cobbled streets in the town itself. Mostly American and Canadian snowbirds and surfers go there. The casa that we stayed in was about a 10-15 walk to the village square. The square has a cobbled street that encircles it and then it is pretty much dirt roads out from the one street. We spent our days hanging on the beach (shade for me), getting our asses handed to us in the ocean waves, eating, drinking and shopping. The first day we arrived and were picked up by a car service and our driver had beers and water for us in the SUV. We stopped at the MEGA grocery store for food supplies and made our way to our casa, Casa Palmar. We walked to town and had dinner at Sayulita Fish Taco. Once back at the casa, a couple of us were tired. Erica and I went down to the water with a couple of drinks and was called over by a party of young Mexicans from Guadalajara who were in town for the weekend to celebrate a birthday. A few of them had been to Canada and so we were welcome to dance and drink with them. We had a lot of fun! Unfortunately the loud music and the party sounds that continued long after E and I went to bed kept Natsu awake. She wasn’t pleased. The next day was spent at the beach and after dinner we went out to Buddha Mar a bar in town. We got a rockstar reception because all of the mexicans recognized us as we walked in and cheered, then everybody else started cheering as well. It was a very fun night. Everybody had a fair number of margaritas including Natsu.
The next few days followed a pattern of getting up, having brunch, sitting on the beach, making dinner, reading, and napping.
The next Friday we all went out again for dinner and had these massive margaritas at dinner. We were tipsy after only one. They were only the small size too. The large margarita was like a fucking fish bowl. We again went to Buddha Mar and had a great time dancing and meeting people. The next day we were all hung over but we continued with our plan to go to Bucerias for the saturday market. I think I got food poisoning at the restaurant there and I ended up puking in an alleyway. Major low point for the trip for me. I’m sure it wasn’t all the food but I don’t think I was that sick from the alcohol. We had a low key day and I spent the rest of the day in bed. Sunday was low key as we were due to leave on Monday. The girls were flying out on Monday but my flight didn’t go until Tuesday evening. I got a ride with them to the airport and then went into old Puerto Vallarta in the romantic zone where I had booked a dorm bed at the HI Puerto Vallarta.
I dumped my stuff and went walking around PV. Got a few young mexican guys walking up to me and trying to start a chat for not so honourable intentions. They were too chatty and stood too close. So I ended up just walking up to strangers and talking to them like long lost friends. They were a bit shocked at first but when I said “Please just go with it” they were more than happy to help me lose my “admirers”. I had dinner at a cafe and ran into a former nurse from St. Pauls who was in town with friends. Apparently the “romantic zone” in PV is equivalent to the west end. It’s the heart of the gaybourhood. Was very nice to be around the gays, it felt like home.
Chatted with 4 aussie boys that were celebrating Australia day by playing beer pong and listening to Triple J’s top 100 songs of the year over internet radio. After that we went out and visited a few clubs. They were 21 and 22 and were on the hunt for cougars looking for vacation sex. We went to one bar that had a lot of cougar aged women but most were accompanied by their husbands, no luck. We went to a second bar where there were lots of young women, I tried to help them hook some young ladies but alas they struck out. I met lots of great Canadians who live in PV for a few months out of the year. Very cool life! Summers in Canada, winter in PV.
Singeltons: take note… I’m a great wing girl. I got these guys introduced to all sorts of young women but then when they took over they bombed. The next day I had breakfast, checked out but hung out at the hostel until lunch time. I went for lunch and met Kenny from Oklahoma City in town for “Beef Dip”. We sat together and talked about the Olympics and Obama and socialized health care. Meeting Kenny answered a few questions about why I was seeing so many “bear” gay men in town. Apparently “beef dip” is an annual event for bears and those who love them. Good to know. It made for a fun atmosphere, that’s for sure. I made my way to the airport for my flight and Al picked me up. A wonderful reunion as I missed him dearly. We rushed home to wash my laundry and pack for the next days flight to Melbourne.
