Maruata

Yeah! We're in Maruata! On the side of the road!

The lovely beach in Maruata

After that amazing week in Vallarta, it was time to move on. With all intentions to leave Friday morning, inevitably it ended up being Friday afternoon. We were headed towards Maruata, a beach recommended to us by friends and touted as being one of the most beautiful beaches on the Michoacan coast. With that in mind we headed towards Maruata.

Unfortunately, we were unable to get the bus directly there that day, and ended up staying over in Manzanillo. Also unfortunately, it was deathly hot, we were hungover and we ended up being on a second class bus with no air-conditioning. Pobrecitas. Anyway, we finally end up in Maruata on Saturday morning.

Surprise! The bus drops you off on the side of a freeway! No town in sight! But we were near the sign that said 'Maruata' on it so we knew we were headed the right way. A nice little girl pointed us along the right direction (she laughed because we asked where the hotels were and she said 'there are only cabañas here'...now I know to just ask where the accommodation is). We were definitely a freak show in the small town, a guerra (white girl) and a morena (dark girl) in a place I would hardly characterize as a town. Our friends didn't lie though, it was amazingly beautiful. Surrounded by lush mountains, blue water, not too many tourists...perfect!

Kari and I walked around, lazed around etc, and the next day it was time for us to go. (The schedule is a bit tight because we left late and Kari has a plane to catch sooner than me). We had been informed that the bus comes by every hour...well...yeah no. Two hours and 45 minutes later of waiting on the side of the highway like hookers, we finally got on the bus. But hey, it's all part of the experience!