Got underway on the early side again and headed West. Our plan is to cover some more ground today and see some sights later tonight and tomorrow. The landscape has changed. Gone the desert, here the trees. It’s hotter, more humid, and very green. And probably full of crawling things. Apart from the long tarmac snaking its way through rolling hills and fields full of fruit crops, the highlight of the drive is Peter finding his soul mate at a banana stand by the roadside.
We arrive in the coastal resort town of Puerto Vallarta. It is only meant to be a comfort stop, but here I experience my first, real, Pacific coast sunset. It looks like any other sunset, we take some nice photos as the light fades. And then it explodes. A glorious painting of reds, yellows, oranges and pinks. It was as if a sky firework had been lit. I had my eye through the viewfinder of my camera, and then I just felt this wash of colour. I lowered the lense, and couldn’t speak for several minutes. My pictures simply don’t do it justice.
Then a slightly alarming and exciting realisation dawns on us. That and someone tells us the reason it’s so beautiful is because there is a hurricane coming. Hurricane Jova is about to hit us head on. We decide to bed down for the night, in the hotel right on the seafront. They are very courteous in giving us a hurricane discount.
“Hurricane Jova making way over the coast. Peurto Vallerta likely to be directly impacted. Heavy rain and flash flooding likely. Stay away from the coast.” So was the advice of the weather websites we poured over. So we were right in the path. Right in the path, and staying at a hotel on the beachfront. A slight sense of panicked excitement sets in as we spot all the boarded up shops and buildings, with strong tape on many windows. Still we head out for drinks in a deserted town.
Needless to say it doesn’t hit and the most we get is a little bit of rain. That is two hurricane’s I have been promised, and they both have failed to materialise. I am very disappointed.
Hurricane!
Got underway on the early side again and headed West. Our plan is to cover some more ground today and see some sights later tonight and tomorrow. The landscape has changed. Gone the desert, here the trees. It’s hotter, more humid, and very green. And probably full of crawling things. Apart from the long tarmac snaking its way through rolling hills and fields full of fruit crops, the highlight of the drive is Peter finding his soul mate at a banana stand by the roadside.
We arrive in the coastal resort town of Puerto Vallarta. It is only meant to be a comfort stop, but here I experience my first, real, Pacific coast sunset. It looks like any other sunset, we take some nice photos as the light fades. And then it explodes. A glorious painting of reds, yellows, oranges and pinks. It was as if a sky firework had been lit. I had my eye through the viewfinder of my camera, and then I just felt this wash of colour. I lowered the lense, and couldn’t speak for several minutes. My pictures simply don’t do it justice.
Then a slightly alarming and exciting realisation dawns on us. That and someone tells us the reason it’s so beautiful is because there is a hurricane coming. Hurricane Jova is about to hit us head on. We decide to bed down for the night, in the hotel right on the seafront. They are very courteous in giving us a hurricane discount.
“Hurricane Jova making way over the coast. Peurto Vallerta likely to be directly impacted. Heavy rain and flash flooding likely. Stay away from the coast.” So was the advice of the weather websites we poured over. So we were right in the path. Right in the path, and staying at a hotel on the beachfront. A slight sense of panicked excitement sets in as we spot all the boarded up shops and buildings, with strong tape on many windows. Still we head out for drinks in a deserted town.
Needless to say it doesn’t hit and the most we get is a little bit of rain. That is two hurricane’s I have been promised, and they both have failed to materialise. I am very disappointed.