Back at Billy Bobs Honky Tonk Bar again tonight. I didnt quite make it out of San Blas today. (Sorry Cisco Prahl - meet you tomorrow in Puerto Vallarta?) Yo soy barracho anoche. Too many shots of tequila and too many margaritas and I woke up way past my checkout time. The cleaning staff was complaining outside my window about the gringo oversleeping so I apologized profusedly, packed up my bike that was parked right outside my room and left. I love this riding through motel lobbys with my bike to park right outside my door. I did it again tonight at a new place, El Pelicano. I was a little hungover and needed some breakfast and some caffeine so I figured that I would just ride back over to Stoners and see if Patrick, the Canadian riding down to Panama, was hanging around there and get some breakfast and Coke Lite. Patrick has been camping on the beach at Stoners and has become a little bit of a fixture there. I gotta admit, I kind of wish I was camping within the roar of the breaking ocean waves. Patrick was there at Stoners at a little table facing the beach along with a French surfer girl named Helena. She had been stung or bit by a Manta Ray yesterday and her heel was a hot mess. It was pretty nasty. After a quick surf session she was back at the table nursing her foot it in a bucket of warm salt water while drinking beers and talking with Patrick. So I joined them for some breakfast that eventually turned into an all day beer session. We talked until the sunset and the jejete files came out biting. I wanted a new motel room last night as the one that I stayed in last night did not have the wifi they promised, at least not the way they promised it. Their idea of wifi was a stolen wifi password for the bar across the street, this bar, Billy Bobs and a broken seat next to a wall closest to the bar and at a little dark hallway deadend. So, wanting a change of location for the night I asked Helena where she was staying and she walked me down to El Pelicano. I got the room next to hers and only 200 pesos versus the 350 pesos last night. Fantastic. When the flies came Patrick, Helena and I all walked down to a restaurant Wala Wala and had some pretty delicious chicken enchiladas. We talked about our travels together and these people are amazing. Helena is from Paris and she flew herself and her surfboard out here to surf in San Blas. She is making her way via bus south to S. America to hit all these different surf spots. And she is completely solo. I asked where her final destination was and she doesnt know. If she finds a place she likes she might just stay for a while. Quite the endeavor at 28 years old. She was a diplomat and lived in Manila for years, surfed recently in Bali (I think) and was in Africa for a while finding surf spots. Pretty amazing. What are the chances that the three of us would meet and be having dinner together in a place so out of the way as San Blas? Odd. It was a great dinner conversing with this Canadian motorcyclist, ex-journalist heading to Panama and this girl on a surf voyage. Ill miss them both. Hopefully they will email me. Ill probably bump into Helena tomorrow over coffee in the courtyard before I head down to Puerto Vallarta to meet up with Cisco. Patrick will be on his way tomorrow down the coast.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 05:03:25 +0000
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