Google us at Playa Azul : 17.98138 N, 102.35337W
Tough drive today with winding roads and beautiful lookouts to the sea. Now don’t let the “tough drive” conger up something terrible, because it wasn’t. It was just a drive like a lot of the others we’ve driven down this western coastline of Mexico...as a driver you can’t take your eyes off the road for a minute. If it isn’t the narrowness, trucks and cars coming around the corners on your side, cars and smaller delivery trucks passing you on hills and corners or both, topes…hell, they just put them everywhere. Even worse, they seem to look for an area for the topes where a tree casts a shadow all day long and when you are driving out of the sun and into the shade, you just don’t see those damn things if you’re not watching closely. So far, I’ve only hit 3 or 4 and every one of those was spotted but a second too late to come to a complete stop…no damage done YET. We left “Hippy Dome” and are now at Playa Azul (Blue Beach). This is more like a little town than a village like last night, but it is little anyway. The campground that we were looking for happened to be in the parking lot of one of the hotels, but the “Inn was full”. So we went looking for a place to park that would be “safe” and free. About a block further down we saw a road that ended right on the beach and it had a large palapa restaurant on each side. I pulled in to the dead-end street with the hood of the van sitting right on the beach. I found one young guy that I thought I could talk with and ask if there might be a problem for us to over-night. “Nada problema Amigo”… Well we’re in for another night of camping and this one was free. After getting set-up and moving the beach chairs out in front of the coach, I went over and purchased a couple of cerveza for the hospitality. This beach kind of reminded us of the beach at Longbeach, Washington. The major difference was the temperature of the water and the surrounding air. Now the idea that there was something alike was the way the waves washed over the sand. It wasn’t one of those crashing high surf board waves, and it wasn’t one of those beaches that you could walk out a short distance and be swimming. This beach wave started way out there and it would take a day to reach depth enough to get wet. Now the sand, it was sooooo fine that it was almost impossible to get completely off of your skin or anything else that it came in contact with. Not one of our favorite beaches.