Chacala – our new favourable place!

Mayaluga anchored off the beach

If we ever decide to do a land-based trip to Mexico, Chacala would be the perfect destination. 

 

Here there is no “Disney-ritz”, no high-rises, just a simple little town with beautiful Mexican families, a small corner-store, and some rental villas.  The population cannot be more than a couple of hundred at most.  On the beach, the ubiquitous thatched palapas line the pretty white crescent strip of sand lapped by clear turquoise water.

Mexico leaves one wondering about many things.  Chacala is yet another example of the curious.  It is certainly no “port”, although it is home to about 20 well used small fishing pangas.  There is no “tie-up” dock for vessels such as ours, anchoring being the only option, and neither is it at all busy.  The several days that we were there, the maximum number of cruising boats was three!  And yet, the largest and most conspicuous modern multi-storey building is that of the “Puerto Capitaine, Chacala!  So being warned by our guide-book, we did the dutiful thing and checked in with the Port Captain.  One has to check-in personally, not simply on the radio as is mostly the case, and one has to check our personally before leaving.   Paperwork, paperwork and yet more paperwork.  It seems as if a small empire is being established.

Karin felt that the village and beach seemed familiar to her from about 11 years ago when she backpacked to Mexico with Rosie.  Sure enough, as we strolled up the hill the rental villa in which they stayed was still there.  The Church makes loans to families to convert part of their homes to holiday accommodation, this one being well-kept and a good example of longevity.  It is tempting to eat at the beach-front palapas, because not only is the ambience unique, the food is generally quite good and tasty, and above all, it is less expensive almost than cooking aboard Mayaluga. A beer each, and a good meal for two costs about Pesos $200, less than Cdn $13.  How can one beat that?

The only sign of “decadence” was down at the south-end of the beach.  A magnificent Yoga-Spa Retreat Center catering to the upper-end of the market sat among its lush gardens, pools and luxury villas and patios.  It seemed to us as we nonchalantly strolled through this oasis, that it was patronized primarily by middle-aged females.

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