Today, we left Yelapa on a boat. We ran out of gas on the way to Boca de Tomatlan and we're bobbing in the water as the boat attendants make cell calls to the local boats to bring us gas. After about 15 minutes, we arrive in Boca. We wait 2 hrs for our bus to arrive. We get on the bus and after a couple of hours, we are stopped by what we think are the military, which is common. They are looking for drugs and documents. But after 45 minutes or so, everyone starts to get off the bus and we realize it has broken down. We wait on the side of the road for a replacement. We get on the replacement bus and we are crammed into it like sardines, standing and holding onto the top rail. Stop by stop, people get off the bus and there is finally room for us to sit. The ride is another three hours of life-threatening passing on the left. We finally make it to Melaque and get our hotel, an easy find right on the beach. it's a comfortable two bedroom with a kitchenette.
We drop off our things and head for food. We find ourselves a few blocks away at a sit-down joint called Miguel's. We are attracted because we see a sign that says 7 pesos for a taco. That's 70 cents. We order five and finishing up, walk around, past leather shoe stores, dolce stands, places that sell shell jewelry, a "supermini" (market), ice cream stands and a toy store with inflatables for the water. We stock our fridge with tequila and lime, ice, water, eggs, tortillas and queso fresco. The night is young and the waves and wind are restless. The storm is coming in and I sleep on the balcony feeling sorry for the screaming cat downstairs who has to fight for the leftover fish bones in the trash below.
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