We moved south to the tiny town of Cuyutlan, where some Bum friends and fellow Travco owners have recently opened up Coconutz RV Park right on the beach. We spent a few very quiet days there hanging out in the shady plaza and walking up the very large malecon where the sight of another human being was cause for celebration. Funny thing about the malecon is that there are dozens of beach restaurants lined up side by side, each with seating for a minimum of a hundred people. Aside from Semana Santa I can’t imagine when the crowds are due to arrive.

Upon pulling in we stopped to say hello—right smack dab in the one soft spot in the park. It’s always good to make a grand entrance.

While I grabbed a cold beer…

Just waiting on the crowds.

“Micheladas for 25 pesos? Yes, please. Oh, and squeeze something in a bag for the kids, would you?”

If these walls could talk.

Just set your bikes down wherever.

We snuck up on this one from behind. Didn’t want it to get the jump on us like the last one did.

File this one under: ONLY IN MEXICO. That piece of wire is what is keeping this door to the crocodile enclosure shut. At the bottom of the door is a big gap that the crocodile could easily stick it’s big claw right through. That door wouldn’t stand a chance.

Oh, this was all at the Tortugaria where they rehabilitate some turtles, as well as take eggs from the beach, bury them safely, then release the hatching babies back on the beach.

Made fast friends with the only other gringo kids in town. On our last night, of course.