14 October 2010
Today we were scheduled for a half-day city and jungle tour. Since our reservation had come from a time share presentation bonus, and not regular booking, the details were not clear. With the help of the concierge, we tracked down the right group, and joined a small tour, led by a man who had not taken us when he first saw our ticket. The evils of irregular scheduling!
This tour only had six people including us. We think there maybe were to be some more, but they didn’t show up for the bus.
The tour headed down town for a quick tour along the Malecon. At one point, a group of native dancers were doing a dance, which is swinging from a tall pole by their ankles, as another person plays a flute. They do this several times a day. I guess you have to see it, since it’s hard to describe.
From there we walked through the square to the cathedral, Iglesia de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe. After a several block walk, we came to a jewelry store, which is the sort of requisite stop for these things. They specialize in Mexican fire opals. Nice, but . . .
When it was time to continue the tour, we were sent to join another tour group, from another company, because our bus was having mechanical problems. At least that was the story. It may have just been more economical for them. With that group we headed south out of town for the jungle part of the tour, and a visit to a tequila factory. We drove several miles through the southern part of PV, past El Arcos and dozens of hotels. The highway turns from the coast and heads into the mountains, for the jungle part of the tour with no specific mention from the guide. But it was obviously that sort of vegetation.
Our next stop was the tequila factory, Las Juntas y Los Veranos in Cabo Correntes ,where we got a full explanatory tour of the process, and some serious tequila tasking. Of course, there was the opportunity to buy some. We bought a bottle of Dona Chanita Licor de Café, with a hint of chocolate.
Lunch was served at the restaurant at the factory, with a number of very good choices. We opted for the shrimps, prepared five different ways, all delicious. But no tequila with lunch.
On the way back into town, we stopped briefly at Chico’s, a restaurant on a river, where divers dive from the rocks into the rushing cataracts. The one we saw, did it blindfolded.
From there it was back into town. We were dropped off across the street from Los Tules. The bus continued to take the rest of the people back to their hotels. When we got off the bus, and it had pulled away, we realized we didn’t have the bottle of tequila we had bought. Fortunately, the concierge at Los Tules was able to contact the tour group, and they brought it back to us. As Dick had discussed with the concierge, miracles do happen.
That tour lasted considerably longer than we expected, so back at Los Tules, it was a quiet, relaxing evening.
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