February 24, 2024, Faro de Yelapa Hike, and enjoying Yelapa.

I started the day with coffee, and writing at Cafe Bahia by the pier. After a tasty breakfast burrito, I inventoried my local currency. There is no ATM, or bank in Yelapa. Most businesses are cash only. I put together a budget, and we are in a good enough spot. (I budgeted 2020 pesos a day. This was for beer, food, and water. It was sufficient.)

     I met up with Dave at his lodging to plan our day. There is a “light house” hike he had planned for us. As we discussed our plan, we decided it would be best to not be hiking in the mid day heat. Our plan was to get on the trail early. We are on the south side of town, and the “light house” is above the north side. We made our way out of town center, and got to walk through the part of town where the real people live. Eventually that gave way to farm land. We crossed a wobbly suspension foot bridge. Then, passed the secluded restaurant we planned to eat at after our hike. We started making our way up the trail. It was not a well marked path, and we had some hiccups. At one point we wandered into someone’s back yard. He was a friendly English speaking whitey. He told us where we went wrong, and directed us back to the trail. As we made our way back on track, we discussed how odd it was to find this fellow, in what seemed to be a very odd place. It is only accessible by foot. We passed some ruined, or dilapidated buildings, and even explored one.

 We made our way through the jungle, and up a hill. It was a challenging trail, and the elevation gain had us breathing heavy. About this time, we laughed at the fact that we were in the mid-day heat we planned to avoid. We used my GPS and Dave's phone to navigate. The last bit of the trail seemed to go on forever, and had us exclaiming. “Where is this fucking thing?!?” When we finally found it, it was a disappointment. It was a modern medal beckon. There was a ladder you could climb up, but the access to the platform was passed a locked hatch. Dave climbed the ladder, and got some good pictures. It was a nice view over looking the village. I have a challenging relationship with heights, and was not up to the ladder climb. Getting back down the hill seemed to take 1/3 of the time the climb took. It was a good hike. The exercise was welcome, and getting to wander through the jungle was a special treat. We saw lizards, and a big ass spider. Sadly, we did not encounter any snakes, or scorpions. (Hopefully, we have better luck on our hike today.)

   We made our way into an open air restaurant called Manguito’s. Though I had consumed an entire liter of water on our hike. I was feeling very thirsty. It was now around 2:00pm, and the breakfast burrito was wearing thin. We both ordered the Medelo Negra.

We ordered Queso fundido, con chorizo to share. It was a pile of molten cheese, and sausage. You eat it in tortillas, and it was delicious. For the main course, I had Fajitas con carne. They were good, and the corn tortillas were nice, hot and fresh. However the Queso fudido, and the Meddle Negra were the high lights. Oh, and the old man. It was a mom and pop kinda place. Ma in the kitchen, and Pa waiting tables. He had a low key friendliness reminiscent of my bar tender friend, Mr. Wilson. (Scott)

     We were not hungry after our big lunch. However, it is wise to eat when you have a long night of drinking ahead of you. I got 2 tacos, one al pastor, and one asada. Dave went with one al pastor. Jesus has his game on point! The tacos at this place are the second best I have had this trip. There was a habanero salsa that was not fucking around. It paired with the pineapple on the al pastor, like hookers pair with cocain. I suspect Jesus will take me back to this place again. Also, it is one of the few places that takes a credit card. That will help with our budget.

That is it for now. I have some Chilaquiles calling for me.

     After lunch, I grabbed a shower, and then met Dave at his casa. During lunch we decided we should bang out the waterfall hike in the afternoon. I found Dave in the pool. One of his 3 patios overlooks the ocean. The beach is to the right, and the pier to the left. After some discussion, and a cervasa. We decided to leave the waterfall hike for tomorrow. We decided we would take a can of Pacifico for a walk through the town. We headed north through the town, and found our way onto a beach trail. A well groomed black dog followed us. He had a collar on, and was clearly someone’s pet. I suspect he is used to fallowing tourists, and getting treats. Eventually, we decided we had gone far enough. On our walk back, we were almost back to town, when we passed 2 ladies. The most attractive one gave our dog-friend some some pets. He immediately abandoned us, and started fallowing the ladies. I took a good look at the blonde’s stretchy pants cladded ass, and told Dave I would rather follow them too.

     Anyone that knows me. Knows I am a very religious man, and am super tight with our lord Jesus Christ. Jesus takes good care of me. When he put a bar/restaurant right under my Air BnB, he did it for a reason. On our first night we had a beer there. The waiter is an extremely charming fellow in his late 20s. He speaks the English language better than I do. I don’t know his story yet, but he learned English through emersion. I reckon he grew up in California. When Dave ordered a margarita, I decided it was time for me to partake in one. I typically do not drink distilled spirits, but my BAC (blood alcohol content) was low enough, I though it would be safe. When the lord want you to drink a margarita, you don’t deny him.