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Mexico Roadtrip in Photos: Mazatlan I

We left Tepic, taking the freeway ramp that said Mazatlan. We were pulled over within 20 minutes because of our temporary plate. As with the other two such incidents, everything was fine. This time, the cop passed us, got in front of us, turned his lights on and waved his arm out the window to indicate we should go around him and pull over. It was a strange dance.

We did not actually stay in Mazatlan. As with our choice of location in Tepic, we wanted to be out of the tourist district and in a quiet residential neighborhood. We chose Isla de la Piedra (Rock Island – even though it is actually a peninsula). After the toll road, we turned down a nicely paved road that ended at a gated resort. From there, we continued 2-3 miles down this road.

Look at those puddles! Once again, we were glad to have our higher clearance and 4-wheel drive. In full disclosure, we did wait and watch another vehicle do it first so we could see their path and where the shallow areas were.

Our landlord had told us to go to the grocery store, walk behind it to the tortilleria, and ask for X, the aunt of Y. She would show us where our house was. Unfortunately, the tortilleria was closed for the day by the time we arrived and we were out of cell data. We just started driving the neighborhood streets asking for X, the aunt of Y.

Someone eventually knew who we were talking about. This uphill, uneven, rocky stretch of road is the final section before we turned into our driveway. And yes, trash on the ground is common in most of Mexico. You kind of get used to it.

We had arrived late and still needed to both buy dog meat and find dinner. We discovered that the local open-air taco stands were closed and the local grocery store was very expensive. Even though we really did not want to get back in the car, we did and drove the 45 minutes into Mazatlan. We ate dinner at this place – Panama. A young lady pushing an amazing dessert cart was constantly circulating during our visit.

Since we were hungry, we shared an “appetizer” of flan. It was DIVINE.

For dinner, Brian had some sort of shrimp alfredo.

I had three different tacos. Our food was very good. The presence of an English menu meant that American/Canadian visitors is a common thing in Mazatlan. That being said, none of the wait staff spoke English. And we were surrounded by only fancy-looking locals.

We left early the next morning to take the water taxi into Mazatlan. Instead of a 45 minute drive, this took about 5-10 minutes (and was about $4 for the two of us). We had purchased eggs the night before and had assumed the kitchen would have a skillet. To our dismay, there were several things missing – skillet, coffee maker, kettle and forks (we had only one to share).

Our hope was to find a small local restaurant for some breakfast. Google took us to a place that ended up only serving pizza and not opening until later in the day. We ended up walking about 2 miles before we stumbled upon this one. It was basically a corner of a house, cut open on all sides except for the corner pillar; kitchen with counter, one large communal table and a refridgerated drink case. In broken Spanish, we asked for eggs. She asked several questions and we managed to communicate ‘surprise us’. The food was excellent. Probably the best breakfast the whole trip. The beans were great and the Mexican cheese was a wonderful side.

A massive carrot cake was winking at us from the drink case. As we were finishing our food, the chef asked us if we wanted some. I immediately said no because I knew I would be tempted if I thought about it too long. Brian, on the other hand, shouted yes while shaking his head vigorously up and down. Thus, we shared the cake. I know I keep saying it, but it’s becuase it’s true. The cake was fantastic and by far, the best we had ever had.

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