We discovered a couple of rusty mountain bikes and after locating an Allen wrench or two, we set off from Mar de Jade to the main highway, about 18 km. round trip, involving a little bit of dirt, rock, and coconut infested road and a lot of semi-paved tarmac. If felt good to be back on 2 wheels.
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| Abandoned police station just outside Chacala |
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| Self-explanatory |
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Aaah...the open (and pot-holed) road
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| Nat taking a photo of me taking a photo of him... |
There are no Starbucks in Chacala, but there is Chac Mool which has cappuccino right by the beach.
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| Nat and his friend Pulga (flea in Spanish |
Aaaah...the beach
The town of Chacala has a tiny cultural center: 2 rooms, some photos of the people of Chacala and some books.
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| Chacala's cultural center |
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| Nat on the beach |
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| and there are butterflies... |
There is meditation and yoga every
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| Renee Thomas leads yoga and meditation |
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| Jorge and Laurel do their magic |
morning, followed by an enormous breakfast...fruit, eggs, beans, cookies, cinnamon rolls...
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| Cinnamon rolls, omelettes |
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| Saida is the queen of pastries |
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| Going to the beach |
Go to sleep to the sound of the surf. Wake up to the smell of chilaquiles: beans, tacos, sour cream, cheese, mmmmm...
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| Wash day |
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