Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
I awaken around 9:30 in the morning to drilling, vehicle noise and shouting from below. The town as come alive again. Seems like it was just a few hours ago that just a few late night drunks were walking around below. Now everyone is there. I take my pitiful shower with no pressure, pack up the few clothes I head out to breakfast. Breakfast was not bad and I enjoyed reliving my exhausting night spent in my room to anyone that would listen. After breakfast, Ma...