We ate a large breakfast, glaring out the windows at two more enemy ships, a Dutch one and a Disney one.
We were assigned to a cab with a driver named Roberto. Our intention was to have him drive us into the old town for twelve dollars. And then what? We didn't know. Walk around aimlessly, nervously watching our watches, ready to flag down another cab to get us back to the boat as quickly as possible?
But then Roberto said, "I can take you on a tour of all of Puerto Vallarta, the beautiful houses, the beach, the town, the seaside, the jungle, the cathedral, anything you want, for twenty-five dollars an hour." We surprised ourselves by agreeing to this. For all we knew he would drive us into the jungle and we would be beset by henchmen. Off we went!
Magnificent Frigate Birds enjoy the statues too.
A 3-pelican back yard. How cool is that?
We went higher and higher and farther and farther from the boat.
La mano de Roberto.
But we were to go farther still. Thataway. Into the jungle.