Night of the Iguana

Sometimes you can't go back to where you had a fantastic time - everything has changed and you have changed. In this case, a hurricane wiped out the small village of Mismaloya - actually, a storm surge. What is there now is tourist central: palapas and beach restaurants. filled with sunburned tourists. In the past there were small kiosks and children and chickens running around in the trees, and you could walk along the rocks above the ocean to the infamous restaurant that looks out on the whole Bay. Supposedly the set is still there from the time of the movie, which made the Bay and Mismaloya famous, in the 60s, but we were so stunned with the

crowded beach, we
sat down to have a drink - and found out later that our non alcoholic drinks were more than $20. One of the hotels was not there, last time - with Jean and us - Linda? - and many of the houses on the hill are recent. I can't remember when we were last there - but remember the dress I wore, the large iguana that was sunning him/herself along the stream and the laid back ambience of the area. The trip out to Mismaloya is on a winding road, passing upscale houses and hotels, and all I could think was it would be wonderful to find the "old" Mexico that we experienced in the past. Robert and Lisa look bemused at the crowd.

Jon bought us the expensive drinks - we did have a good time, wondering if we could anchor there like the little sailboat - but I would think the surge would do us in.

The photo below shows the river, and a sense of how it all used to be: calm, peaceful, beautiful ----

We drove back into PV and Jon and Lisa discovered an organic health food store.

Typical cruiser day.