After the “Lost Week” in Patzcuaro, we headed for Mazatlan for the ferry back to Baja California.
On the way, we stopped for a night in Tequila, famous for, well, you know…. It is in fact a nice little town. It seems that groups come through during the day for distillery tours, but in the evening, things quiet down. Considerably. We did manage to find a place for supper and got chatting with two fellows travelling around the world by motorcycle, three months at a time.
We took a little detour and explored the coast south of Mazatlan, which is undeveloped except for a couple of beachside restaurants. The coast north of Mazatlan is hyper-developed.
We stayed in old Mazatlan, which charmed both of us. Hotel Belmar has seen better days, but the rooms were large, the views spectacular, the prices reasonable, and we could park our motorcycles in the lobby. Old Mazatlan is undergoing a revival now, it seems. But it is filled with old buildings from past days of glory, classic neo-tropical architecture, I was told. Some of these are being renovated, some are still showing signs of wear. It was fun to wander down side streets and see what treasures we could find. One day, we took a ride up to the Zona Dorado (the Golden Zone) filled with fancy hotels, nightclubs, restaurants, and anything the northern sunseeker could want. Not for us! Character, a little rough around the edges, is more to our liking.