One of the things about Mazatlan that we've needed to get used to is the constant noise. We live in a very quiet area in Wisconsin, where the loudest sounds are the mourning doves. Here, there is the constant drone of traffic and other city sounds. One of the busiest streets in Mazatlan is the one that is next to the Malecon and sea wall. That means spending time at the beach means constant background traffic noise, until one learns to filter it out.
One of the ways that people around here escape the noise is a short ferry ride to Stone Island. All sizes and shapes of boats are used as ferries. We paid our 35 pesos each (a little less than $2) for a round-trip ticket. Our boat was a small one. But the water was calm, and the ride was only about ten minutes.
Upon getting off the boat, the beach is less than a five minute walk. There are no roads along the beach--just a long stretch of restaurants and bars serving the folks relaxing. Each place has lawn chairs and tables set out to attract customers. It's free to sit here, as long as one orders something. Once seated with a beer or something to eat, you can stay as long as you want.
It’s a tough life.
Julia soaked in the rays, while I read a book on my Kindle. Then we had lunch.
That was a massive “catch of the day” fried fish sandwich with fries. This was not to be confused with what McDonald’s passes off for a Filet of Fish sandwich, but it cost about the same. Around 3 p.m., everyone headed back to the boats. The last ferry back to Mazatlan leaves around 6 p.m. (dark), but it starts to cool off in the late afternoon.
I was back at pickleball this morning, burning off the extra calories.
