The Drive from Mazatlan to Lo de Marcos, Nayarit: Confusion, No Shortage of Dried Shrimp, and Then the Prize in a Disneyland-like Jungle

So there we were, in our van, after taking the Baja Ferry from La Paz and disembarking at the port at Mazatlán.

Given that we had just spent more than six weeks in the Baja California desert, even in the parking lot of the harbor in Mazatlán, we were struck by the profusion of plant life.  Palm trees, vines, and other types of jungle shrubbery seemed to be growing everywhere, sometimes on top of each other, successfully utilizing any amount of even the smallest patch of what looked to be very rich soil and plenty of moisture.  We couldn’t tell if they were planted, or just grew. The hills in the far distance were completely covered with greenery. Even in the parking lot of this typical harbor in which “create beautiful surroundings” did not appear to be a high priority, parts of it were indeed beautiful.  It was also very noticeably more humid, which of course, you need in order to get all the plants.

Very unfortunately, our plans in Mazatlán fell through at the last moment, which is a big shame, because from the little we could see of it, Mazatlán looked beautiful and interesting.   Our next stop would be Lo de Marcos, a small, mostly Mexican seaside town in the state of Nayarit, about an hour north of Puerto Vallarta and about four hours from where we sat, a bit lost already, at the port in Mazatlán.


Jet and I looked at each other.


It was time to go.


After several guesses, we figured out where to exit, and made a right onto a busy two-lane road.


Now what?


As we had so many other times in Mexico, we found our way through a combination of “The Five Methods”:

  • Several paper maps, none of which were especially good, useful, or even accurate.
  • Google Maps (doesn’t work without a cell signal, so good luck with that if you have Sprint / Moviestar as we did) and / or Sygic, which is an app for your smartphone that’s supposed to work without a cell signal.  Sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn’t.  Sometimes it’s accurate, and sometimes it takes you on route so strange that it strains credibility so much that you wind up not trusting or using it.
  • Asking people.  Some know where things are, and some don’t.  Some who don’t, admit it, while others just tell you to “continue derecho” (“continue straight,” which we heard all the time and is a good laugh, especially when there are dozens of choices to make along the “straight” path other than just “continuing”).  “Asking people” was also a bit of a challenge for us, given that our ability to speak and understand Spanish is limited.
  • Knowing and applying basic geography, which works great for general directions. For example, we needed to go south, so we just kept keep the Pacific Ocean to our right.
  • Dumb luck, combined with being observant.  We used this a lot, and it was amazing how often it worked.  More than once, we would be blithely driving right past our intended final destination, discovered that we had indeed already arrived, and made a hasty turn into the closest parking spot.  Success!


By employing each of our Five Methods to various degrees, we eventually made it to the turnoff to the entrance of the toll road.  The sides of the entrance were jam-packed, shoulder-to-shoulder, with vendors hawking everything from mangos to dried shrimp.

Given that many of them appeared to be selling the same exact same type of mangoes and dried shrimp as the others and there was no real reason to choose one vendor over another, each one would try to make eye contact and motion me over, as if they were hailing me as a long lost friend.  These are very hard working people with lots of stamina and a great attitude.


After paying our first toll and being let through, it appeared before us: a beautifully maintained, un-crowded, smooth highway, with not a pothole or errant cow as far as the eye could see. Upon fully comprehending the full ramifications of this, Jet searched for and found her Andrea Bocelli CD, which we could now enjoy, given that, rather than bumping along on roads alternating between each imaginable state of repair and disrepair, this one was almost silky (or at least, after experiencing a lot of the opposite for almost two months, it appeared that way).


I don’t know if the highway had signs displaying a speed limit, but if it did, it didn’t seem to matter.  Evidently, our 70+ miles per hour was way too slow, if we were to judge by the quantity of vehicles passing us.


On this toll road, they had devised a new game to play.  There were shoulders on each side of the highway and any vehicle that is not going well over 70 miles per hour would drive slightly to the right and straddle the combination of the shoulder and their one lane.  When you come across one of these slower moving, straddling vehicles, you are expected to pass to the left, which of course, would cause you to take up about half of the lane coming in the other direction.  The result would be a virtual middle lane, jointly shared by traffic in the process of passing in both directions.


We continued like this for a few hours, until we got off the toll road and onto a public road with the more familiar very small or non-existent shoulder setup.  After traveling through a highland area through what looked to be the good-sized town of Tepic, we began to descend towards the Pacific Ocean.

As we got closer back to the ocean, the vegetation got more dense, as we plunged deeper into the jungle. Along our path in many places, the trees from each side of the road formed a canopy for us to drive through, gently but fully engaging our senses.  We not only saw the jungle, but as we rolled down our windows, we could feel its wonderful dampness infused with fresh oxygen and smell the combination of musky, decomposing old growth and many times, sweet and fragrant flowers, all while being serenaded by an Italian tenor. Given the sheer, almost shockingly beautiful area we were experiencing, a great calmness overcame us.  As the yogis would say, we took a “cleansing

breath,” as our minds cleared, our anxieties melted into the profusion of various palm, mango, papaya, and flame trees all being climbed upon and clung to by jungle vines, and our desires turned to just relaxing and enjoying the drive.


After passing by the beach towns of La Peñita and Guayabitos, we came across a single sign that announced Lo de Marcos.  We turned right and peered for the first time down the main street of the little town where we would be staying for the next week.


As Vice President of Business Development for Best Places in the World to Retire, I had never actually lived abroad. Until now. Follow our story, as my wife and I take our huge white van with our two dogs and as much stuff as we can cram into it, as we drive from Los Angeles through Mexico, on our one year (and maybe more) adventure.