La Ropa

Before we leave here we wanted to visit the beach at La Ropa and today we did. One bus took us to the market in Zihuatenajo from where we caught another bus to La Ropa. (Transfers? Fuggedaboudit.) This bus driver was in no hurry. Each bus stop in Zihua was a place for a ten minute break so he could get off the bus and shop.

Next he drove us up steep hills from which driveways sprang up further at 45 degree angles or worse. This is vehicular-brake-condition-awareness territory. We intended to get off at the stop for La Perla Restaurant but we didn't communicate that well enough and the driver muddled on until my message finally penetrated. A passenger told us we could stay on board and get off at La Perla on the way back. The driver indicated no no, at the far end he was going to park a while. We could believe it. So we got off and walked back which turned to be not at all unpleasant.

At the La Perla, a restaurant on the beach, we obtained a lunch and enjoyed the view from under the shade of a thatched roof. I love the sunshine here as long as I'm not in it. A fellow approached us burdened with a big stack of newspapers and magazines on his shoulder for sale. I've seen him before boarding a bus we were on, loaded with his weighty merchandise. He certainly earns his money. I didn't really want a newspaper and his prices were no bargain but I lightened his load a bit anyway. All the articles were straight off Yahoo News. Newspapers are over, aren't they?

Beach view - La Ropa

Carol at our table in La Perla

For a few pesos one can rent a combo that consists of two or three beach chairs, a beach umbrella, and a table. Good until 6:00 pm according to the ticket although nearly all are abandoned shortly after five and then picked up and carted off by the entrepreneur. One gets the point and rather than enjoy the shade cast by the fellow who is standing and waiting for you to leave so he can stack your chairs and go home, we moved on like everybody else.

Something else that can be rented if the lounge chair isn't comfy enough.

Carol mentioned that my blog lacks photos of its author so here is one she took at the coffee shop yesterday, in Ixtapa.

The guard at the front gate where we're staying is named Jorge. Today someone told me now he's the pope.

Keep all those cards and letters coming, folks.