I was invited to a Mexican Quinceñera in Guadalajara! – 20220422

Finally got off work! I got off 4 days early for some reason(bad crew scheduling!). I originally booked a flight down to Puerto Escondido to get back to Burro but my friend Adrianna told me there was a Quinceñera in Guadalajara that she was going to for her cousin and I could join her and her family there. So I immediately asked for another flight and after a little bit of convincing they got it for me.

I arrived in Guadalajara and was offered a ride from the guy sitting next to me on the plane to downtown Centro. His name was Roberto and he was the nicest old dude and insisted that he would take me out for some local coffee in the morning the next day.

The plane landed and I walked through customs with Roberto, who’s sister was also on the plane. Roberto reunited with his wife and they drove me into town and dropped me off right in front of my airbnb. Roberto handed me a black card that said, “Abogado.”

I took a nap and then messaged Adrianna to meet up with her and her family downtown. I walked downtown, found them, and we went to Punto Mago which is a Harry Potter themed bar. It was super cool and they had Harry potter themed drinks like butterbeer, which was perfect because I was just finishing Harry Potter 4 in Spanish.

We finished out butterbeers and went our separate ways to prepare for the quinceñera the next night.

“science”

I ate breakfast with Roberto and his family at a very typical Mexican place and rested the day away waiting for the party. When they sent the text to come over I threw on my party shirt, jumped in an uber, and shot over.

When I arrived I felt pretty damn weird. I was worried I would feel like people were staring at me but in the end I really didn’t feel that way at all. The family was incredibly welcoming the entire time.

Partayyyyy

There was a full service bar at the party so I ordered a strong rum and coke to catch up with the rest of them. With rum and coke in hand I went around meeting some very friendly Mexican people. I enjoyed meeting the whole family and felt myself quickly slipping past tipsy.

I tried my hand at the most gringo salsa you’ve ever seen and was outdanced by every Mexican there. But we had a really good time and at one point they were trying to light some of those big puffy flying candle things but they just kept going up in flames instead and Adrianna and I ended up cracking up so hard that we both had to lie down in the grass in pain. We all stayed up till about 2 or 3 am singing karoake and finally decided to go to bed.

I woke up really early as it was bright and I slept on the floor of the living room. I swam in the pool and lounged around for hours before other people started waking up. Kevin made and shared some bomb chilaquiles and I had a pretty good time swimming and hanging out with the family members but I felt a little bit detached. Even though my Spanish is pretty good it’s still really hard to communicate and I didn’t have much in common with most of the people there. The older people would speak quietly and I just can’t understand them. A lot of the conversation is me saying, “que??”, “mande??”

Day after Quincenera vibes

The family requested I sing some English songs so I sang some karaoke in the middle of the day but then Adrianna was itching to leave. So we left around 7pm and invited Kevin to join us. We went to an area just outside of the city called Tlaquepaque that ended up being incredibly nice to walk around. We accompanied Kevin buying something different from each street vendor and ended up at a Mexican place with absurdly loud music with some dude doing sexy dances at presumably the “after hours” gay bar across the street.

Adrianna and Kevin sang along to the absurdly loud music and I danced along pretending to know the songs. We were all pretty tired so after exploring around for a bit I headed to my Airbnb and Adrianna and Kevin headed to their house.

Adrianna, Kevin, and me

All in all the quinceñera was an incredibly interesting experience. The most touching moment was the parents of the girl talking about her, as it is her coming of age party. In this day and age it is just a big birthday party with some quirks. They all buy dolls that are supposed to look like the quinceñera girl. It’s a bit creepy, but as are most traditions.

Marquila to Puerto Escondido – 20220409

My stay in Marquila was pretty damn nice. I stayed at a hotel called Las Brisas for 300 pesos which had some really friendly owners. After I got in I headed to the river where people were playing soccer and swimming. I swam and talked to a Mexican family for a while.

Some kiddos playing soccer on a riverbed

I noticed driving through Guerrero that there are all these dudes with guns at all the speedbumps with cans asking for money. I have no idea what the deal was with them but I talked to a guy at the town at night and he said they were friendly. They all just gave me the thumbs up and I rode on.

Marquila had an event going on where they set up a bunch of telescopes to see the moon which was awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever actually looked at it like that before. It was meant for kids but I signed up for it anyways. It was something political as if the governor did it to make people in the small villages like him

I was only told after taking this video that being near those colorful houses is horribly dangerous

Finally after much riding I arrived in Puerto Escondido. Only to find out the person I was going to leave the bike with wasn’t actually here! They were in Ciudad de Mexico, I don’t know how I got that wrong.

The ride from Marquila to Puerto Escondido was a little rough. Lots of road bumps everywhere and big trucks and buses on tiny roads. Lots of police with guns on the back of trucks. They don’t seem to care at all that I have no license plate on the motorcycle. No one has ever asked.

Ever seen a stray pig before?

I stopped at a nice place along the way for some tacos and I changed the oil along the way. I saw a big empty bottle that I was able to use to put the old oil in and then put the new stuff in with a new filter. But I started riding and there was oil spraying on my foot. I had to tighten down the bolts to the oil filter more than I felt comfortable but it got me to Escondido. I’m pretty happy about that, but a little nervous about the next oil change.

Yumzzz
This could have messed me up bigtime

I met up with some cool couch surfers and we explored around the town a bit and ended up at a Mexican pool party which was really just a bunch of dudes around a pool and we played some cards before going home.

Tomorrow I need to get a covid test and drop off the motorcycle and go back to work!

Ferry from La Paz to Mazatlán and Journey South on the Coast Road – 20220325

After paying another damn parking ticket and getting my license plate back once again I took the ferry from La Paz to Mazatlan. It was actually a very good experience! It cost $190 for the motorcycle and me(the most basic seats). You can pay about $60 more for a cabin to yourself but I wanted the full authentic experience. You can also rent sleeping cushions for $4 and just put it on the floor and sleep there.

When strapping the motorcycles in I met a couple other motorcyclists. Connor, a guy from Arizona that wanted to camp all the way down to Guatemala and back who pointed out that my front tire was grossly worn down and a Dutch couple that bought some cheap 150cc Mexican motorcycles and just wanted to follow the coast road down to see a bunch of nice beaches.

We grabbed the free dinner together and sat together while we watched the live band perform and some Mexicans get extremely drunk.

Very meh food onboard

After 12 hours of ferry and waking up to a Marvel movie blasting at 6am we finally arrived through the fog in Mazatlan. We rode together to a spot on the mountain with a nice view of the city for some breakfast and to rest a little bit.

Some delicious breakfast
View from breakfast

Then I headed with the Dutch couple to the beach where we parked in the sand and basked in the sun for a couple hours.

Droning the city

Mazatlan was nice. It felt like Puerto Vallarta but much more locals. The locals take these trucks with seats in the bed that blast music all night and drink while riding around on the trucks.

A nice view
The locals love these kinds of bands but it was so absurdly loud my ears were ringing. I left pretty quickly

My last night in Mazatlán I went to make a margarita and  the glass shattered in my hand. I immediately knew I needed stitches and had to call an uber to bring me to the hospital. We went there where they gave me 6 stitches and sent me on my way. All for $130. But I cut the nerve in my ring finger and can now only feel half of it which really sucks.

But I needed to drive down to Puerto Vallarta for 7 hours the next day to drop the motorcycle off and get to work. So in the morning I packed my stuff, shoved my bloody fingers in my glove and only used my thumb, pointer, and middle finger on my right hand for the throttle with my 2 little fingers pointed up like a true English gentleman

Burro

I left my motorcycle with a couchsurfer named Abraham and his Argentinian girlfriend while I went back to work for some more flying. They were super sweet and had a crazy pup named Melky. He would aggressively nudge my hand to give him pets. I’ve never seen a dog want scritches more than good ole Melky.