Post cheesecake, we ventured away from the blue line <gasp!>
through the city
and towards the water.
The water looked pretty nice.
We had some moments on the Malecon (boardwalk.)
We even saw a ship named the Titanik.
That name didn’t seem that great for a boat. Why not just call the boat “Please Sink Me Now“? I’m happy our boat’s got some boring name like the Veendam. Wait, what does that name mean anyway in Dutch?
Now I understand that Mexico has been getting a bad rep for crime and safety, and that Mazatlan and Puerto Vallarta were both on the watch list.
What I didn’t expect was what the locals decided to do to combat it.
They basically posted people everywhere to make sure you couldn’t get lost. And then they didn’t let you get lost.
First there was the free and compulsory shuttle.
That got you to the gate.
Then they stationed volunteers at every block.
And added a blue line for you to follow directly into town.
The policia even said hello and good morning. They never say hello.
So you couldn’t get lost, you couldn’t go off track, and if you did the policia and volunteers were already there to guide you back. Reminds me a little of the happiest place on earth – Disneyland.
I’m going on a cruise. To Mexico. For a week. Because I can. And because I had the foresight to pack my best bear bud’s passport before we left. And because it only cost like $300 to go uber last minute.
I even got an upgraded oceanview cabin.
Hasta la vista, chicos!
