8pm. We were on a bus headed en route to Zihuateneo. It was an excruciating 8-hour bus ride. We have just spent too much time on the bus.
Not to mention the driver on this particular trip was a "loco" (CRAZY). Long-distance buses have a little red light that goes off every time the driver starts going to fast. Let's just say that for the duration of this trip the little red light was always ON, as a reminder that life is precious and it could end at any moment. We got to Ixtapa half an hour ahead of schedule (not an usual occurrence in this country), even though none of the passengers (except for Tim, who had carefully followed our trip on a map) knew that we had gotten there. The bus driver never announced our arrival at this main bus station, and several of us complained about this crazy driving and burning desire to get some--apparently in Mexico, bus drivers can bring along friends and family, and this driver decided bringing his gf was a good idea.
We took a cab to Troncones, a budding surfing town recommended by a couple of friends of ours. Tired and ready to rest, we aimlessly walked around trying to find a hotel. Those that were not booked were in pretty precarious condition. We settled on a so-called bungalow, which was at least right on the beach. Ok, so it had lizards crawling around. And ok, the bathroom was not so hot. But it was a room to sleep. I was kinda itching for a bit more glamour. Maybe the next day...
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