This is another post more about the photos than anything. Well, that and some info on places to check out, whether for eating or just to see. Continue reading
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Futbol Mexicana
On Wednesday, Kiel, Roel, Marianne and I attended the Atlas-Pumas game at Estadio Jalisco, kickoff 8:45 pm. We had tried to get tickets to the Clasico between Chivas and America over the weekend, but that was sold out, so this was the next best choice. Continue reading
The Ladies of Lucha Libre
This post is more about the pictures and I couldn’t help but use the alliteration in the title. It was just too easy. Continue reading
A Refreser Course…In Revenge and Bureaucracy
So after a few weeks of soaking up the rays in Baja California and along the Pacific Coast of mainland Mexico, we turned inland to Guadalajara. We had decided to take a week of Spanish classes in Tlaquepaque, a suburb of Guadalajara (GDL), but Kiel already told you that. I had done some research and decided on the Guadalajara Language Center (GLC). There were a lot of options out there, but this school ticked most of our boxes, Continue reading
18-1 Bitches!!!
Hmm today’s title was a tough decision. I was saving the shirt for a special occasion. I was going to wear it when we planned to drive from Mazatlan to Durango on one of the worlds most dangerous roads; “Espinazo del Diablo” otherwise known as The Devils Backbone. Filled with both perilous cliffs without guardrails, and crazy truckers who have no choice but to take blind corners in your lane due to the narrow roadway, this is apparently a hair raising journey that lasts for just under 200 miles of both beautiful scenery and enough stress to shave off 10 years of your life. Continue reading
Addendum Post
Clearly, I am a little behind on updates. As you can see from Kiel’s post, we made our way south from our failed attempt at Copper Canyon, hitting Mazatlan, San Blas, Sayulita, Puerto Vallarta, La Manzanilla (not to be confused with Manzanillo, which is just south) and Barra de Navidad. I thought I would throw in some more information and pictures since I am sure we will eventually convince some of you reading this to make the trip. Continue reading
Decision, decisions, decision
Only half way through Mexico and I am loving every minute of it. Well, almost every minute of it, there are some minor issues with the Van/gear that were out of my hands that are causing minor inconveniences. That with a few other things have left me with some decision making to do. Paul and I unfortunately are on different schedules which may mean we go separate ways. If that happens, I am left with 3 options. Continue reading
Barrance del Cobre…PWN3D
Urban Dictionary defines “owned” as:
To be made a fool of; to make a fool of; to confound or prove wrong; embarrassing someone; being embarrassed.
e.g.: I owned you in counter-strike. You were owned at the party yesterday.
That was us trying to get to Copper Canyon. Continue reading
La Paz to Topolobampo: Getting My Sea Legs
After a wonderful night of sleep and a hearty oatmeal breakfast cooked on the beach, Kiel and I headed to the port at around 9:30 am to start the process of buying our ferry tickets and figuring out the process of loading the Astro. Neither of us knew what to expect, so we figured five hours would be sufficient to get things in order, run into town for a few things and get back in time to catch the 3:00 pm ferry. It is a good thing we left as early as we did, as there were some surprises along the way. Continue reading
You’re in the jungle baby…you’re gonna die!
Rolling in to San Blas on what I think was a Tuesday it felt a bit dead even for such a small town, though we enjoyed the relaxed pace, which I assume is the norm. While scouting out the free campsite I noticed a couple kids stuck in the sand. I figured we should give them a hand, since it is only a matter of time until we end up in the same predicament. How many people does it take to translate what is needed to remove a truck stuck in sand….apparently 2 gringos and about 7 Mexicans. Naturally the girls were worthless, one spent the whole time telling me I was Beau-Ti-ful..yeah thanks I have known this for years, let me get the truck out. Continue reading