Mazatlan

I really got into Mazatlan. The area was less developed and far more "authentic". I took an open air taxi into town with a friend. An open air taxi is translation for souped up golf cart with chrome wheels and a ghetto rigged stereo. The first sound I heard in Mazatlan with Eminem and 50 Cent bouncing out of the cab's stereo. Watch out for these guys, a ride in to town should run about 30-40 pesos. If you don't say anything they'll charge you 100 or so. By comparison its 7 pesos for the bus. Jet Skiing or Paragliding on the beach runs about 35 pesos.

We started by heading down the to Market. Mazatlan still has a traditoinal Mexican market, complete with counterfit merchandise and butchered pigs heads greeting you at every turn. You can truly get lost in its sometimes crowded and twisting aisles, until suddenly you appear outside again.

After the market, I headed down to the beach. We found a gap between building and got our feet in the sand. I haggled for a pair of sunglasses and headed towards the center of the action. There we met up with other friends and I enjoyed a rather large and rather strong $6 strawberry margarita. We sat and watched as local boys played soccer in the sand, and visitors took sailboats out in the breeze.