A short bus trip down the coast and we made it to a sleepy river side town called Tlacotalpan. We didn’t have accommodation booked as per usual but the town was so small that we literally walked from one side to the other enquiring about room prices in probably 90% of the hotels.
Stumbling across potentially the only American living in town we were given a recommendation of a local who rented some rooms. We managed to locate the house and were ushered inside, the room was very basic but clean and cheap so that’s where we stayed.
I must admit that I’m still not 100% sure why we visited this town? We ended up having a relaxing full day here just wandering the small town in a chilled out manner. It worked out quite well as Tom was feeling a bit yuck with the start of a cold.
We saw a tiny museum dedicated to a musician/composer Augustin Lara which was very rudimentary but that’s the only touristy thing we did.
Our time here basically revolved around food. The evening we arrived we ate a nice meal of fish filets, mine in a la Mexicana style (with tomatoes and onion) and Tom’s in el Diablo style (basically covered in hot sauce). The fish in this state is really fresh and delicious, how can you tell? Because I’ll happily eat it and I’m super fussy when it comes to fish and seafood. We drank beers in a local bar accompanied by spicy peanuts which taste so much better with beer; a match made in heaven.
So our day in this small town was pretty relaxing overall. Lacking adventure we weren’t particularly sad to leave and headed to the bus station the following morning.
It was an uneventful visit that I think will will eventually be forgotten in the long run. More reason to write about it so when I look back at these blog posts it will be remembered rather than fade away.
The bus trip to our next destination wasn’t long, only a few hours. We talked to an older American gentlemen who spent the whole journey quizzing us about New Zealand. It was really nice to talk about home.