This July I could not find time to blog since we (as in the family unit of 3) were on the road (in the air and on the water as well) a bit.
After having wrapped a rather fun filled trip to Orange County (signifying the once extravagant citrus production but now taken over by humans wanting to change their skin tone through solar exposure on the sand) earlier in July we headed to the south coast of the Mexican United States - specifically to the state of Jalisco and to the city of Puerto Vallarta (IATA code is PVR).
This city by the coast is part of the Mexican Riviera and affords its visitors with a view of lush tropical jungles on the slopes of the Sierra Madre on the east with sweeping coastlines and rocky coves making the western seafront.
Our place of residence was a resort in the famous 'Bahia de Banderas'. It had its own beach front and a slew of wading options where one could choose to either get hammered by the natural salinity of the waves or loiter in the chlorinated and architechturally enhanced infinity pool.
Of course there was also a more expensive option known as the SPA where one could plunk down serious change (USD please) to enjoy controlled jets of moisture to awaken your musculature (or whatever part of the anatomy that needed awakening) and spend a day lazing and grazing.
This facility is considered an 'All Inclusive' resort i.e. you really do not need to venture out once you have arrived from the airport (or any other port for that matter). We for our part did venture out a couple of times - once along the coast taking in the scenery - lots of locals and gringos alike (many foreigners from lands far and near) and once by local Bus to tour the old town. Most locals survive on the tourism trade which makes for a friendly yet non invasive environment in which to soak in the culture and aromas of PVR.
The old town reminded us of the old town of Pune in West Central India - a region where we hailed from - with its narrow alleys and mud and stone buildings that served both a residential and commercial purpose. Various smells of food, incense and other concoctions mix with the din of trucks and cabs with a twist - Pune has no perponderence of liquor stores whereas PVR makes a sizable chunk of their revenues of selling their local brew known all over the world as TEQUILA.
There were some fancy stores selling fancy Tequila bottles - the container itself was more pretty than what was inside but we enjoyed consuming the beverage at various points of our stay.
All in all inspite of the 90% humidity and the general laid back culture (sometimes a bit distrubing to our hectic bay area lifestyle) we had a Mucho Grande time visiting this part of the world.
Now for some Margaritas -
After having wrapped a rather fun filled trip to Orange County (signifying the once extravagant citrus production but now taken over by humans wanting to change their skin tone through solar exposure on the sand) earlier in July we headed to the south coast of the Mexican United States - specifically to the state of Jalisco and to the city of Puerto Vallarta (IATA code is PVR).
This city by the coast is part of the Mexican Riviera and affords its visitors with a view of lush tropical jungles on the slopes of the Sierra Madre on the east with sweeping coastlines and rocky coves making the western seafront.
Our place of residence was a resort in the famous 'Bahia de Banderas'. It had its own beach front and a slew of wading options where one could choose to either get hammered by the natural salinity of the waves or loiter in the chlorinated and architechturally enhanced infinity pool.
Of course there was also a more expensive option known as the SPA where one could plunk down serious change (USD please) to enjoy controlled jets of moisture to awaken your musculature (or whatever part of the anatomy that needed awakening) and spend a day lazing and grazing.
This facility is considered an 'All Inclusive' resort i.e. you really do not need to venture out once you have arrived from the airport (or any other port for that matter). We for our part did venture out a couple of times - once along the coast taking in the scenery - lots of locals and gringos alike (many foreigners from lands far and near) and once by local Bus to tour the old town. Most locals survive on the tourism trade which makes for a friendly yet non invasive environment in which to soak in the culture and aromas of PVR.
The old town reminded us of the old town of Pune in West Central India - a region where we hailed from - with its narrow alleys and mud and stone buildings that served both a residential and commercial purpose. Various smells of food, incense and other concoctions mix with the din of trucks and cabs with a twist - Pune has no perponderence of liquor stores whereas PVR makes a sizable chunk of their revenues of selling their local brew known all over the world as TEQUILA.
There were some fancy stores selling fancy Tequila bottles - the container itself was more pretty than what was inside but we enjoyed consuming the beverage at various points of our stay.
All in all inspite of the 90% humidity and the general laid back culture (sometimes a bit distrubing to our hectic bay area lifestyle) we had a Mucho Grande time visiting this part of the world.
Now for some Margaritas -
Nice! Seems like we are a family of writers. Akka Aji's influence on the clan?
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