guadalajara 1
Time for another edition of the newly named Mullers Mullings, a semi to moderately weekly update on the travelings and doings of Brooks Miller.
Right now I am in the second largest city in mexico, guadalajara. I actually have a bed to stay in here as well, although I must admit I am paying for it. But I can talk more aboutt hat later. When I last updated everyone, I was still in baja California, in the city of La Paz.
I left the bus statio in La Paz at about 12:30 to go to the dock for the boat, which is about 20 km outside town. I went to the window to buy my ticket, and was informed that the ferry would leave at 5pm, the next day. Of couse this comes after asking 3 people in La Paz when the ferry leaves, and consulting the world wide interweb about times of departure, none of which informed me that the ferry only operates on tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays. Fortunately I had some food with me, and the beach was close by. Both my guide book and Denise´s had recommended the beach next to the ferry as the most popular. Once again, the guide books were incredibly inaccurate, as I was the only person on the entire beach until 4 mexicans showed up later in the afternoon. I swam a bit and walked down the street to a restaurant where I spent some time drinking beers and eating cheap steak.
In the morning I was visited at my spot on the beach by a fellow beach sleeper of the homeless variety. He kept me company for a few hours and I gave him whatever food I had. He enjoyed practicing his english on me, and he couldnt stop laughing at the fact that he would be going into town later that day to get some cookies. Apparently theyre really good. I went to wait for the ferry around lunchtime, got my ticket, and sat at a street vendor to eat some lunch. He was an older Mexican who, with his friend recommended all the best sites in Mazatlan: the women. I asked if there was more to see, and was informed that the women were enough. I also ate some rancid beef from this guy that kept me in the bathroom for quite some time.
\r\n \r\nWhen the ferry finally came, I boarded, and it was nothing like my previous ferry experience from Los Mochis. It was pretty dirty, smelled of exhaust fumes, and had a subpar dining area. I suppose I was spoiled by the other ship, which had better service than most airplanes I have been on. The ride was a good 16 hours, and the food was shit. Literally, they fed us shit. Actually, it sucked, and drinks were way overpriced, and coffee was not free like my other trip. I got to sleep a few hours on the floor, though, since there was plenty of room for a sleeping bag. \r\n\r\n \r\nAfter arriving in Mazatlan, I walked past the obnoxious taxi drivers basically trying to pull me into their cabs, and walked through the historical district of town. Passing a coffee shop, I was noticed by some fellow gringos and their female companion from holland. After talking for a bit, I found out that the guys were on their way around Central America, fishing and drinking beer the entire way. The girl was heading to where I came from in the baja. Since they were heading south, I decided to get a ride with these guys, and i soon discovered I would be riding in style. they have a 1998 Chevy pickup with a bench seat in the rear and a fishing boat for a roof providing some shade. You can check their site out at \r\nwww.southboundtravels.com. We rode to tepic in the south, and headed out to a lake from there. These Texans should first be commended on the spectacular feat of beer drinking they accomplished on the ride. Next, they should be commended on their fishing skills and knowledge, which they plan to use to open a lodge somewhere in central america. We only caught a few fish, but they managed to hook an 8 pound bass a few days before for the young lady from Holland. we took our fish to a local restaurant, and paid 6 bucks total to have them cooked up in what came to be my best meal so far in mexico. \r\n",1]
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When the ferry finally came, I boarded, and it was nothing like my previous ferry experience from Los Mochis. It was pretty dirty, smelled of exhaust fumes, and had a subpar dining area. I suppose I was spoiled by the other ship, which had better service than most airplanes I have been on. The ride was a good 16 hours, and the food was shit. Literally, they fed us shit. Actually, it sucked, and drinks were way overpriced, and coffee was not free like my other trip. I got to sleep a few hours on the floor, though, since there was plenty of room for a sleeping bag.
After arriving in Mazatlan, I walked past the obnoxious taxi drivers basically trying to pull me into their cabs, and walked through the historical district of town. Passing a coffee shop, I was noticed by some fellow gringos and their female companion from holland. After talking for a bit, I found out that the guys were on their way around Central America, fishing and drinking beer the entire way. The girl was heading to where I came from in the baja. Since they were heading south, I decided to get a ride with these guys, and i soon discovered I would be riding in style. they have a 1998 Chevy pickup with a bench seat in the rear and a fishing boat for a roof providing some shade. You can check their site out at www.southboundtravels.com. We rode to tepic in the south, and headed out to a lake from there. These Texans should first be commended on the spectacular feat of beer drinking they accomplished on the ride. Next, they should be commended on their fishing skills and knowledge, which they plan to use to open a lodge somewhere in central america. We only caught a few fish, but they managed to hook an 8 pound bass a few days before for the young lady from Holland. we took our fish to a local restaurant, and paid 6 bucks total to have them cooked up in what came to be my best meal so far in mexico.
\r\n \r\nafter we left the lake, we headed back to tepic, where we bought some goods, and then i left ben, kyle and bird to head west as they went south. i waited at a gas station and asked for some rides, but everyone was heading the wrong direction. finally, a charter bus stopped and i took a chance. i talked to some of the passengers and they loved me for knowing spanish, so we all went to the driver together to ask if i could get a ride. the driver said sure, and i got to talk to a bunch of guatemalans on their way home from LA for christmas. it was a comfortable and free ride in the bus to guadalajara, and i hopped a fence and slept last night in a field. In the morning, they even opened the gate for me so i could walk right out and i headed into the city. I finally found the hostel after 2 hours of encountering the classic Mexican problem of faulty guide books compounded with Mexicans´ apparent lack of knowledge of time, distance, or streets where they live. \r\n\r\n \r\nThats all for now, I will talk to you all soon.",1]
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after we left the lake, we headed back to tepic, where we bought some goods, and then i left ben, kyle and bird to head west as they went south. i waited at a gas station and asked for some rides, but everyone was heading the wrong direction. finally, a charter bus stopped and i took a chance. i talked to some of the passengers and they loved me for knowing spanish, so we all went to the driver together to ask if i could get a ride. the driver said sure, and i got to talk to a bunch of guatemalans on their way home from LA for christmas. it was a comfortable and free ride in the bus to guadalajara, and i hopped a fence and slept last night in a field. In the morning, they even opened the gate for me so i could walk right out and i headed into the city. I finally found the hostel after 2 hours of encountering the classic Mexican problem of faulty guide books compounded with Mexicans´ apparent lack of knowledge of time, distance, or streets where they live.
Thats all for now, I will talk to you all soon.
Brooks
Right now I am in the second largest city in mexico, guadalajara. I actually have a bed to stay in here as well, although I must admit I am paying for it. But I can talk more aboutt hat later. When I last updated everyone, I was still in baja California, in the city of La Paz.
I left the bus statio in La Paz at about 12:30 to go to the dock for the boat, which is about 20 km outside town. I went to the window to buy my ticket, and was informed that the ferry would leave at 5pm, the next day. Of couse this comes after asking 3 people in La Paz when the ferry leaves, and consulting the world wide interweb about times of departure, none of which informed me that the ferry only operates on tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays. Fortunately I had some food with me, and the beach was close by. Both my guide book and Denise´s had recommended the beach next to the ferry as the most popular. Once again, the guide books were incredibly inaccurate, as I was the only person on the entire beach until 4 mexicans showed up later in the afternoon. I swam a bit and walked down the street to a restaurant where I spent some time drinking beers and eating cheap steak.
In the morning I was visited at my spot on the beach by a fellow beach sleeper of the homeless variety. He kept me company for a few hours and I gave him whatever food I had. He enjoyed practicing his english on me, and he couldnt stop laughing at the fact that he would be going into town later that day to get some cookies. Apparently theyre really good. I went to wait for the ferry around lunchtime, got my ticket, and sat at a street vendor to eat some lunch. He was an older Mexican who, with his friend recommended all the best sites in Mazatlan: the women. I asked if there was more to see, and was informed that the women were enough. I also ate some rancid beef from this guy that kept me in the bathroom for quite some time.
\r\n \r\nWhen the ferry finally came, I boarded, and it was nothing like my previous ferry experience from Los Mochis. It was pretty dirty, smelled of exhaust fumes, and had a subpar dining area. I suppose I was spoiled by the other ship, which had better service than most airplanes I have been on. The ride was a good 16 hours, and the food was shit. Literally, they fed us shit. Actually, it sucked, and drinks were way overpriced, and coffee was not free like my other trip. I got to sleep a few hours on the floor, though, since there was plenty of room for a sleeping bag. \r\n\r\n \r\nAfter arriving in Mazatlan, I walked past the obnoxious taxi drivers basically trying to pull me into their cabs, and walked through the historical district of town. Passing a coffee shop, I was noticed by some fellow gringos and their female companion from holland. After talking for a bit, I found out that the guys were on their way around Central America, fishing and drinking beer the entire way. The girl was heading to where I came from in the baja. Since they were heading south, I decided to get a ride with these guys, and i soon discovered I would be riding in style. they have a 1998 Chevy pickup with a bench seat in the rear and a fishing boat for a roof providing some shade. You can check their site out at \r\nwww.southboundtravels.com. We rode to tepic in the south, and headed out to a lake from there. These Texans should first be commended on the spectacular feat of beer drinking they accomplished on the ride. Next, they should be commended on their fishing skills and knowledge, which they plan to use to open a lodge somewhere in central america. We only caught a few fish, but they managed to hook an 8 pound bass a few days before for the young lady from Holland. we took our fish to a local restaurant, and paid 6 bucks total to have them cooked up in what came to be my best meal so far in mexico. \r\n",1]
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When the ferry finally came, I boarded, and it was nothing like my previous ferry experience from Los Mochis. It was pretty dirty, smelled of exhaust fumes, and had a subpar dining area. I suppose I was spoiled by the other ship, which had better service than most airplanes I have been on. The ride was a good 16 hours, and the food was shit. Literally, they fed us shit. Actually, it sucked, and drinks were way overpriced, and coffee was not free like my other trip. I got to sleep a few hours on the floor, though, since there was plenty of room for a sleeping bag.
After arriving in Mazatlan, I walked past the obnoxious taxi drivers basically trying to pull me into their cabs, and walked through the historical district of town. Passing a coffee shop, I was noticed by some fellow gringos and their female companion from holland. After talking for a bit, I found out that the guys were on their way around Central America, fishing and drinking beer the entire way. The girl was heading to where I came from in the baja. Since they were heading south, I decided to get a ride with these guys, and i soon discovered I would be riding in style. they have a 1998 Chevy pickup with a bench seat in the rear and a fishing boat for a roof providing some shade. You can check their site out at www.southboundtravels.com. We rode to tepic in the south, and headed out to a lake from there. These Texans should first be commended on the spectacular feat of beer drinking they accomplished on the ride. Next, they should be commended on their fishing skills and knowledge, which they plan to use to open a lodge somewhere in central america. We only caught a few fish, but they managed to hook an 8 pound bass a few days before for the young lady from Holland. we took our fish to a local restaurant, and paid 6 bucks total to have them cooked up in what came to be my best meal so far in mexico.
\r\n \r\nafter we left the lake, we headed back to tepic, where we bought some goods, and then i left ben, kyle and bird to head west as they went south. i waited at a gas station and asked for some rides, but everyone was heading the wrong direction. finally, a charter bus stopped and i took a chance. i talked to some of the passengers and they loved me for knowing spanish, so we all went to the driver together to ask if i could get a ride. the driver said sure, and i got to talk to a bunch of guatemalans on their way home from LA for christmas. it was a comfortable and free ride in the bus to guadalajara, and i hopped a fence and slept last night in a field. In the morning, they even opened the gate for me so i could walk right out and i headed into the city. I finally found the hostel after 2 hours of encountering the classic Mexican problem of faulty guide books compounded with Mexicans´ apparent lack of knowledge of time, distance, or streets where they live. \r\n\r\n \r\nThats all for now, I will talk to you all soon.",1]
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after we left the lake, we headed back to tepic, where we bought some goods, and then i left ben, kyle and bird to head west as they went south. i waited at a gas station and asked for some rides, but everyone was heading the wrong direction. finally, a charter bus stopped and i took a chance. i talked to some of the passengers and they loved me for knowing spanish, so we all went to the driver together to ask if i could get a ride. the driver said sure, and i got to talk to a bunch of guatemalans on their way home from LA for christmas. it was a comfortable and free ride in the bus to guadalajara, and i hopped a fence and slept last night in a field. In the morning, they even opened the gate for me so i could walk right out and i headed into the city. I finally found the hostel after 2 hours of encountering the classic Mexican problem of faulty guide books compounded with Mexicans´ apparent lack of knowledge of time, distance, or streets where they live.
Thats all for now, I will talk to you all soon.
Brooks
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