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At Nacho Daddy's

Puerto Vallarta – Nacho Daddy’s

I was going to put this in my other post, but it was getting long. I also like this story enough to want to include it. After the beach, while I was passed out, Zach started talking to one of our hotel neighbors in the lobby. He was in his 50’s and named Bill. Bill was in town for a conference. He was an engineering professor in Florida. We ended up grabbing beers with Bill a couple of times at the Sea Monkey and he told us about this band that was playing just down the street on Thursday. The place was a tex-mex restaurant named Nacho Daddy’s and was owned by this really cool (based on the couple of minutes we chatted when we dropped by to check when the band was going on) ex-pat. We got there about an hour early and got some food and beers ($2 pacifico). True Tex-Mex queso too, yum. Kind of an aside, but I haven’t had queso that good since I was in Oklahoma visiting family. The trick is bacon grease people, it’s not that hard. Anyways, I hadn’t watched a band setup in years and that was kind of fun

.At Nacho Daddy's

People started filtering in, and Zach and I were probably the youngest people in there by twenty years. Not an issue, but it was quite a few old hippies. We started chatting about wanting to come back to Mexico after our Asia trip and learn the language. They gave us some great contacts to talk to, and tips on surrounding towns. The story from each of them was pretty similar.

“I came for a couple of weeks, and just never left,”

or the other

“I own a condo down here and just rent it out when I’m not using it.”

Puerto Vallarta is super expensive, but the towns about 30 mins bus ride out are not. It’s apparently pretty cheap to live there and they don’t have the tourism hustle that Puerto Vallarta does, but it’s close enough to come in if you want to see the city, or kick it with other ex-pats.

Back to the bar, we were chatting with these people and Bill finally showed up, and sat down with us and grabbed a beer. The band started playing. They were a cover band that played everything from Jefferson Airplane to Daft Punk. It was a lot of fun, and they even did a bit of an improv light show with the lights out.

The old hippies were super digging it, and dancing a ton. There was this one older guy. Picture a heavyset man, not necessarily fat but barrelchested, completely bald man with a white handlebar mustache in a completely black suit with black shirt. He looked sharp. He also did interpretive dance to almost every song. I heard from one of the guys there that his brother had passed from heart problems and that his doctor had said that he needed to take it easy or he would go to. He told his doctor that he preferred to live his life as much as he could with the time he had. This guy went out every night drinking, dancing and generally having a grand time. I have a lot of respect for that kind of commitment to life. He also did a pretty impressive pole dance on one of the support pillars for the bar during a song.

I love to dance and was waiting for a song that I could dance to. I think I ended up cutting loose on “Get Lucky” by Daft Punk. I danced with some older lady and ditched my sandals to really get my dance on. There’s a reason my friends call me twinkle toes. My feet hurt like a bitch though. So the set ended up wrapping up, and we tabbed out. It was pouring rain by this point. I mean a true torrential downpour. There was probably 5-6 inches of standing/running water at some points in the street. This is why I love the tropics though, it was warm water. In Oklahoma that water would be cold, not frigid, but unpleasant. This was like wading through warm bathwater, that was probably dirty as hell. We ran/walked back to the hotel. I didn’t care about the water as I was in a swimsuit, a shirt and sandals, but I had our trip notebook with us (for notes). We said good night to Bill and crashed out. Minus an epic fight with a cockroach in the middle of the night (we won, although there was a lot of RAID in the air), we slept well.

I checked my feet the next morning to see why it hurt to dance and I had like 3-4 huge blisters on each foot. Zach had been mocking my strappy sandals (Chaco’s) the entire trip and I had defended them. The issue is that, while I love strappy sandals, in the tropics the constant changing humidity causes them to stretch oddly. Teva’s or something would probably be fine, but Chaco’s are pretty tightly fitted. I chucked my Chaco’s at that point, and just used my flip flops. Zach was using slip on Van’s and they worked great for him. That’s probably what I’m going to use for the main trip. Just remember.

FRIENDS DON’T LET FRIENDS WEAR STRAPPY SANDALS!!!

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Puerto Vallarta – Beach

MEXICOOOOOOO!!! I think that Zach covered a lot of the facts on Puerto Vallarta, but here are my two cents. Puerto Vallarta is one of the more popular tourist spots in Mexico. When we went there it was the peak of it’s internal tourist season. In June it’s mostly filled with tourists from other parts of Mexico. Puerto Vallarta also has some of the best tap water in Mexico. Zach and I drank it fine, although mostly we drank water from jugs at our hotel. Your mileage may vary.

Beachside at the Sea Monkey

Drinks were super cheap at the Oxxo. Cheap tequila and Fresca and you can’t go wrong. Having some drinks in your room is also nice for the heat of the day. Good for kicking it under the fan and waiting for the sun to chill out a bit. You can try to get ice, but for us it melted faster than we could even make a noticeable dent. We eventually just gave up on ice. It was so hot that the slightly cooler drink in our room was plenty cold.

We went out for beers almost every evening beachside at the Sea Monkey. Dollar beers (Corona and Pacifico) and a perfect view of the beach for sunset? Sign me up. They also had cheap, but good, Mai Thais, Sangria and margaritas ($2).

We spent a good portion of the trip wandering around the city, or at least the part that was around us. The Romantic District was beautiful (I know the joke is there, but restrain yourself; you’re better than that). We didn’t go up to the area around the resorts more than a couple of times, because it was expensive and far, but we did eat at Senor Frog’s. I liked it. A tad expensive, but where else can you get a yard of high end rum or tequila? I didn’t get one, but I did get a huge margarita with Don Julio. Delicious, and not that bad at around $15 or so.

A couple of my favorite stories from Mexico. The names in these stories have not been changed to preserve humor and embarrass the dicks in them, mostly me. Although I am not the best at remembering names in the best of times, let alone when I’ve been drinking. Let it be said that I am not rude with names; I forget my own mother’s/brother’s/father’s names, so if I ever forget yours please don’t take it personally. Alright, moving on.

Zach and I had decided to go down to the beach to kick it. We were setting up our towels and this American flagged us down and told us about a deal where you could rent a daypass at this hotel. It was 190 pesos (about $15), but you got an umbrella, a chair and you got 190 pesos in credit for the bar. Also it was happy hour. We had brought our own drinks (Tequila and Fresca for me and rum and Coke for Zach), but he seemed cool so we started chatting. Also it was happy hour so 2 for 1 well drinks. That made the rum and cokes about a dollar a piece. You might think that this potentially spells trouble, and you’d be right.

The guy was cool. He was from Nashville, and had sold his company in his 30s and was just traveling enjoying himself. We chatted about our upcoming trip across Asia. He gave us great advice that I mostly forgot because of the sun and the booze. I was chatting with him for a bit while Zach was swimming. We were trying to stock up on drinks before the end of happy hour, or I was. So quick aside, I’m not sure if anyone else has this problem, but I can’t tell if I’m getting drunk on the beach, or specifically if I’m in constant sun. I just don’t feel drunk. I don’t know what it is. I felt fine, but there was a fly buzzing around me and I yelled at it, “Fucking Asshole!” I was talking to the fly mind you, but a beach vendor was walking towards me and thought I was talking to him and walked off. I was also waving my hands like a madman trying to swat the fly, so he also probably thought I was crazy. I felt like a dick. I heard about this after the fact though, because I didn’t really notice. I talked Zach into going and grabbing another bottle of Rum. I said that I would go get it, but he said he would (good looking out man, I probably would have gotten lost). He came back a bit later, and I was working on the 2-3 drinks I had stockpiled from happy hour. We had a couple of drinks then we decided to leave, or I assume Zach did, that part is a tad hazy.

We were walking back from the beach, and going over the old rope bridges. I was staying to the right of the bridges to be nice, but I didn’t realize something. If you walk to the side of a rope bridge it will sway. Not a big deal, because most reasonable people would notice and stop. I did not. I thought it was just me being drunk. I am not a small man, so when I caused it to sway it swayed a lot. So I was walking down this bridge doing kind of a serpentine pattern trying to stay going straight while the bridge was swaying about 5-8 feet back and forth. These bridges were not empty either. Zach was having issues getting across. There is also actually a photo of me on one of these bridges attached to this post for perspective. Eventually someone actually stopped me and explained that you should stay in the middle. It was good advice, although a little late because this was at the end of the bridges.

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You’d think that was the bit about me being an asshole, or that the beach was, and you’d be wrong. So we were walking up the street to our hotel. One thing to remember about Puerto Vallarta is that almost all of the streets and the sidewalks are old school cobblestone. It looks awesome, but is a bitch to walk on, especially in flip flops. I ended up jamming the shit out of my toe and almost eating it on the street. I legitimately thought I had broken my toe. I was super drunk at this point and didn’t realize it. I am also an abnormally loud person, just in terms of how much my voice carries (ask anyone that’s met me). I started swearing up a storm. I didn’t notice the fairly substantial crowd that had gathered around the loud, drunk, swearing gringo. This group of people that actually included cops. Zach asked if I was OK being a nice guy. The exchange kind of went like this.

“Are you OK?”

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!”

I thought he was just being a dick. I didn’t realize that he was trying to settle down the situation. Zach walked back to the hotel while I limped behind him swearing to myself. We got back and I passed out. I woke up a few hours later thankfully sober (ish). You sweat that stuff out pretty quick in that kind of heat and humidity.

Zach asked if I was OK, then told me that you never EVER draw that kind of attention in another country. I completely agree with him. I made a rule that day, that I encourage you to follow. No drinking booze on the beach in the sun, it will just get you in trouble.

 

Just beer and Sangria.

Sunset over Puerto Vallarta

Puerto Vallarta

Sunset over Puerto Vallarta

Wrapped around the Banderas Bay, Puerto Vallarta is a beautiful city that is very easy to get around both by walking and through public transportation. Taxis are plentiful and inexpensive, but be ready to be offered a ride several times throughout your day by drivers looking for work. The area of Puerto Vallarta we stayed in was in the heart of what is known as Old Vallarta and the Zona Romantica. A great part of the city with cobblestone streets, food vendors on every corner and away from the giant resorts of the Hotel Zone. Being as we are on a budget we chose to stay at Belmar Hotel Galeria. A small but colorful and artsy hotel about 6 blocks from the beach and start of the Malecon, a beautiful boardwalk that stretches from Los Muertos Beach all the way to Hotel Rosita in central Puerto Vallarta. The Malecon is lined with numerous shops, restaurants, hotels and entertainment of all kinds. While walking down the boardwalk you will be solicited time and time again. Whether they are trying to sell goods they have made themselves or are trying to get you to come into their shop. Noah and I decided to answer the call from a guy asking us to come into his tequila shop. After several free samples of tequila, free shot glasses and a hard sales push we finally made it out after about 20 minutes. The best thing to do if you aren’t looking to shop is to just say “no thank you” and keep walking.

Before arriving in Puerto Vallarta, Noah and I both knew that the food was going to be amazing. With food carts and small cafes all around, there was an endless list of choices. A few of our favorite places included El Calamar Avenurero which served up a great breakfast option as well as awesome beef and pork tacos for 12 pesos, all while providing a nice open air seating area. . The best tacos we found were at Tacos Del Moreno per the recommendation of the front desk clerk. Tacos Del Moreno is small food cart serving up freshly made tortillas and a nice variety on the menu with tacos starting at 12 pesos. But overall our favorite place to eat was this hole in the wall quesadilla shop named Quesadilla y Aigo Mas Heatu. Serving up jumbo quesadillas at just 20 pesos a piece with fillings including chicken, chorizo, beef, etc, it was hard to beat.  Of course we couldn’t leave without hitting up one touristy hot spot to eat, Senor Frogs was hard to miss with its loud music and even louder decor. Serving up a wide range of food and alcohol at premium prices, Senor Frogs was a fun one and done experience.

The Sea Monkey on the Malecon was easily our favorite place to drink. Sitting right on the beach, The Sea Monkey served up $1 beers and $2 specialty drinks including Sangria and Mai Tais. But much of our drinking was done while relaxing in our hotel room talking and coming up with new ideas for our awesome trip around the world. With an Oxxo sitting on nearly every corner, basically the Mexican 7-11, liquor was easy and cheap to get. A few times during our stay we made the quick trip down the block to pick up our liquor bundle which includes for me a 1L bottle of Bacardi, 1.5L bottle of coke and a 7lb bag of ice, all for the price of about $13. Noah did the same but got El Jimador and Fresca. Not a bad deal at all, although the ice did not last very long due to the excessive heat and humidity. Another one of our favorite hangouts to drink at was Nacho Daddy. Run by an expat, Nacho Daddy has surprisingly good live music almost every night and a great Tex-Mex menu with cheap food and drinks.

Overall Puerto Vallarta was a great city to visit. In our 6 days that we were there, we got an overwhelming feeling that we must include more of Mexico on our around the world adventures. The people of Puerto Vallarta were so welcoming and went out of their way to assure us that Mexico was more than just a country being over run by the drug cartels, but a country full of everyday people like you and me who are trying to make a decent life for them and their families.