We spent the bulk of our time in Sayulita, which is about an hour on the bus north of Puerto Vallarta. It is a charming surf town with a lot of gringos. A lot. Too many really, but it does make someone like me a little more comfortable. The last few days were slotted to be spent in Puerto Vallarta, but when we arrived I was completely overwhelmed by the people, noise and busyness of the place, so the first morning there Mark and I took a water taxi to Yelapa.
We had heard of Yelapa but had never visited. It is a very small village on the south side of the Bay of Banderas that is really only accessible by boat. And the 45 minute boat ride is half of the fun-the jungle zipping by, the waves, the dolphins and whales, with a crazy eclectic soundtrack blasting just about every type of music. Amazing. As was Yelapa. I loved Yelapa. I left a little piece of my heart in Yelapa I think. It was very peaceful. We felt at home in Yelapa.
Yelapa is beautiful and very peaceful.
A little video of a moment on the boat ride.