It's a well known fact that food on cruises is usually quite varied, plentiful and delicious. But we went to Mexico, so of course we needed to try the local fare. Our first stop was the verdant and sultry Puerto Vallerta, the southernmost stop on our trip. We got off the boat and just started walking, running into a small clan of wild iguanas on our way downtown. It was hot, but the walk was worth it, we ran into a very friendly and helpful Information lady, who pointed us to a 'clean' restaurant right on the boardwalk.
The place was small, but the food smelled good and they had an assortment of liquors so this satisfied everyone. It was called Malecon. Me and my only male travel companion ordered the marlin tacos, and of course, they were AMAZING. Wahoo's may have just gotten knocked down as my favorite fish taco. Me and someone I will refer to as my 'drink buddy' got the two for one margartia's and proceeded to get a nice healthy buzz. These things were the size of my face, like 20 oz easy and loaded with alcohol. Drink buddy didn't have anything but tortillas, and we both managed to walk out of there under our own power. Our group proceeded down to a river island covered with shops and gardens, purchasing nothing, but having an interesting chat with a shop owner about our new president and the economy, while drink buddy played with his dog.
We wandered back to the tip of the boardwalk, the other two took a cab back to the ship and me and drink buddy went back to Malecon and got some Jack Daniel's shots, then took our own cab back to the ship, stopping at the bar across the way for one more shot. Within minutes, drink buddy turned from friendly- to mean-drunk, striking me repeatedly without provocation. So I dragged drink buddy back onto the boat and put said buddy in their stateroom. Drink buddy then slept for most of the next twelve hours. But it was still worth it. I can't want for a chance to head back to that beautiful town and have some time to really learn the area. Beautiful.
2 comments:
You make it sound like you're a pathetic victim of alcohol-induced domestic violence.
But yes, perhaps Drink Buddy could have gone without that last shot.
-Drink Buddy
I still cry 'abuse.'
But it was still nice to have a drinking companion. A lonely white guy drinking in solitude in Mexico is, well, just plain sad. Not many things are sadder than that.
-- The Abused One
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