Thursday, December 3, 2015
We set off this morning to catch the bus to go south to Boca de Tomatlan. On the way to the bus stop, we were asked for "spare change" from a white woman! She said she needed to take the bus to pick up her pay cheque, but didn't have any money for bus fare. Don gave her 20 pesos ($2.00) but we were pretty suspicious - she was dressed inappropriately, I'd say! I had seen her asking a Mexican man for money before us - I wonder what he thought?
We got on our bus and then had to wait for 10 minutes or so, because apparently the bus had hit another vehicle just before we got on and they had to sort that out. Finally, we were on our way. There was a young man on the bus with two special cardboard boxes made for transporting chickens and yes, they did have chickens in them. We have experienced bus rides with the chicken in someone's arms - so I guess the cardboard boxes are a big improvement.
When we arrived at Boca and were walking down to the pier, we were approached by some boat men - Don wanted to go to Colomitos beach, which is the next one south. It is a very little beach, with not much there. The boat men said the snorkeling wasn't very good today - the water was too cloudy - and that we should go to Yelapas instead. We had heard about Yelapas a few days ago and so decided to go there in the water taxi. It was about 1/2 hour boat ride with several stops at different beaches along the way to let people off. At one beach we picked up a man with his iguana and took him to the next beach.
We've frequently seen men with iguanas walking the beach asking people if they want to hold it and get their picture taken, for a small fee of course. In fact, when we arrived at Yelapas, there were 3 men with 4 iguanas at the start of the beach. Strange way to make a living!
After Don tried out the snorkeling and found it wasn't any good, we trekked along the beach to the village - had to pass a water channel, which Don waded thru and I got a ride in a punt (I wasn't in my bathing suit at the time). We had to climb 64 steps up to the main street of the village. As we walked the main street to find a restaurant, we met a pack train of donkeys carrying bags of cement.
On our way back later, we ran into them again and some of them were dragging long rebar pieces along the road. Supplies are delivered by water to the pier (as there is no road to the village) and then by donkey or ATV or wheelbarrow to wherever it is needed in the village.
We had lunch in a little restaurant, the Eclipse, and walked up another steep path to the waterfall. We had a little dip in the pool at the waterfall to cool off. Then back down we went and got back over to the pier to be picked up by the water taxi again.
After we got back to town and cleaned up, we had supper at Momma Rosa's restaurant - very nice and watched some more of the processions - they seem to all be alike to me - the same dance groups perform for different groups apparently. We don't really understand this procession stuff all that well.