Sayulita - Day 3

There is only one thing that makes one long for the roosters and other noises that are emitted from the jungle between midnight and 10am.

This guy and others drive the streets on a regular basis to deliver their political messages.  Note the dual sided mega phone on his roof.  I wouldn't be surprised if one of them is protesting against having guys driving around with mega phones.  The only reason we even notice these guys is they tend to rile up the dog that lives below our bungalow, and that dog can wail and awful wail.

Amy had been eyeballing the Choco Banana for breakfast on the town plaza, we decided to brave the construction and partake in an American style breakfast.  The Old Man and Jared previously claimed they were going to have tacos for every meal.  That policy lasted two days.

That blank stare is a result from be rewarded with a visit from the hardest working man in Sayulita.  Indeed, Lalo also works here and was our server this morning.  Thus Jared was forced to consider his future under the scrutiny of Lalo.  We seemingly run into Lalo every day, pictures should appear in future post.

We developed a routine by day 3, wake up, have coffee, venture out for breakfast, and of course, count the number of Iguanas in the trees around our digs.  How many do you see in this picture ?

We counted 7 in this shot, taken of the palm tree that sits adjacent to Jared's room.  Our landlord said they never come into the bungalow.  We're not convinced and keep them under diligent surveillance.

The waves were much smaller today, thus Wilson had an ample supply of little kids waves to surf, meanwhile Jared went out to the big boys' area to ride the boogie board.

Meanwhile, Amy was having a tough time watching Jared, that guy's hair was like a mirror in the sun.

The main beach in Sayulita is short walk from our place, and offers ample room to set up shop in spite of the large crowds that gather each day.  We decided against using the nice setups provided by the local bars and restaurants.  We took a vote and decided there is a very limited number of good things that can result from Pacificos at noon, followed by playing in the waves.  Thus, our setup is not fancy, but quite adequate.

This was a rare moment in time in which there was no vendor hawking his wares to one of us.  We've all gotten used to constant selling, and most are very friendly and simply move on when you drop the old "No Gracias" on them.  This guy is our favorite vendor. 

Seriously, have you ever been to a beach where doughnuts are a hot commodity.  This guy wasn't alone either, several are pushing fresh pastries on the shoreline. 

After noting the lack of shots of Wilson on a surf board, Jared suggested that we needed a staff photographer for the blog.  His choice settled in with a bunch of similarly clad friends right next to us.

After 5 hours at the beach, we all returned the cabana to shower up and prep for a wild and crazy night out on the town.  Here's some pictures of the activity on our street.

Yes, that was real caballero driving his herd of horses through town.  This green place always seemed to have a beehive of activity.  We get a great view of their living room every time we walk past.  Apparently, Hostel living treats you quite well in Sayulita.

Our neighborhood taco shack takes top billing on Trip Advisor.  We're not convinced it's the best in town, nonetheless we've been twice already and plan to hit it again. 

And yes, that is a banana tree.  After a tasty dinner we headed out for more exploring.  Wilson walks past this sign every day at least 4 times.  How is it that he didn't notice it until Amy pointed it out.

Thankfully, it was not open, otherwise the Old Man might have gotten sucked in to watching hockey with all the Canadians down here. In spite of no sports, a crazy night was had by all.

CW and Amy convinced Jared to pose with our favorite piece of street art.

Amy found her own place to pose later.

Jared advised the Old Man to avoid this dangerous bar stool after consuming more than 3 beers. 

He didn't listen very well.

We found this ancient foosball table down by the beach, is it a wonder that

CW lost this match? Note that neither of his hands are on the rods.

And of course, no night is complete without a final round of taco shopping and dinner with a new friend.  The dogs are pretty well behaved and friendly.  A Canadian family almost convinced Amy to adopt their dog, after 3 months in Sayulita, they had to return to their jobs up north.  Hmmm, people live down here for months on end.  Maybe there is a dog in our future.