MEMORIES OF MISMALOYA

By Lois Ellison

loell87@yahoo.com

 

It was October, 1987 and we’d just arrived on our first trip to Puerto Vallarta.  Like most first timers, we signed up to take what was then known as “The City and Jungle Tour”.  Our driver, Mario, picked us up at our hotel and we joined four other passengers in a VW van.  You see, in those days, Puerto Vallarta had barely been discovered and a VW van was as big as the tour buses got.  I still remember his name because by the end of the day, we were like a family.

 

The first part of the tour covered what were then some newer hotels, The Krystal and Fiesta Americana, plus an obligatory stop at a souvenir shop in what was at the time a very small Hotel Zone.  After a quick drive through town past the Malecon (yes, there was a street there) and the church, we headed into the vast undeveloped area south of town.

 

If you think the road is bad now, you should have seen it then. But the view was spectacular with very little in the way of development to obstruct it.  On the east side of the road, Ochos Cascadas and a few other projects had been built in what would later become the chic Conchas Chinas and Amapas neighborhoods. On the west side, there was El Set, the Camino Real, Costa Vida, Las Gemelas and perhaps a few other buildings.  Mostly it was just wild and pristine.

 

Arriving at La Jolla de Mismaloya, another recently built place, we looked down upon the unspoiled Mismaloya beach.  Not a high rise in sight; just a handful of palapa restaurants. Continuing further south past Boca de Tomatlan, we got out for some education on the local flora and fauna. Heading back we turned inland at Mismaloya to have lunch at a small restaurant with a pool and one of the world’s best mariachi bands.  Or so it seemed at the time.  The only sounds were crowing of the roosters, the mournful wail of the trumpet and the strumming of the guitars – all reverberating against the mountains.

 

Our interest piqued, we returned to Mismaloya by taxi a few days later to walk the beach, sample the food, and explore the set from Night of the Iguana.  It hadn’t yet been fenced in or commercialized.  You could walk freely among the ruins and if you were lucky, like we were, you might find a group of wild pigs digging for food.  Later, we walked inland about half a mile but other than some women washing their hair and clothes in the river, there was nothing to be seen unless, of course, you count the chickens, pigs, horses and endless jungle. Not a single car passed by.

 

When it was time to return to our hotel, we waited patiently by the side of the road for the “bus”.  It turned out to be a VW van with a bench seat down the center of the back.  We entered through the side door and joined a few locals.  Everyone sat on the bench, backs pressed together, and passed some pesos up front to the driver. He in turn, passed the change back.  It was definitely an honor system.  Since the side door didn’t close, the ride to town was pretty harrowing but we made it, proud of ourselves for having braved the journey and eager for more adventures.

 

Over the years, we made many more trips to Mismaloya. As construction along the south shore began to mushroom, we marveled at the houses and condos appearing in places that had seemed virtually impossible to accommodate buildings.  Progress drove the cows off the road. The VW vans became mini-vans, then small buses and finally the fleet of large buses you see today.

 

Nowadays too many visitors limit themselves to their resorts, overlooking the many wonderful areas in and around Puerto Vallarta.  Don’t be one of them. Why not take the bus to Mismaloya or beyond.  While it may no longer be unspoiled, the road south is still breathtaking and the beach restaurants are ready to serve up some tasty food and beverages.  Look carefully and you just might see some vestiges of life in a simpler time.

 

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2 comments

  1. I share many of those memories, but not from as far back. My wife and I “discovered” Puerto Vallarta in 1995, and of course we took those tours of the city and the jungle, too. What an eye-opening experience it was to see PV as more than just a fantastic tourist destination with gorgeous beaches.

    It’s been many years, now, since we had lunch at El Eden or Chino’s Paradise. Although we visit every January, maybe we need to see Puerto Vallarta “for the first time” once again.

    Thanks for the memories!

  2. Hi Lois,

    I remember taking the same ride to Mismayloa back in the early 1980s, and walking out off the South point to the stone building ruins, and seeing the pigs. Also the fish from the pathway, as one looked down into the deep water. Thinking that I should have brought along my fishing gear . Yes , that was my first sighting of a long sea snake as it weaved back and forth in the clear water. I also watched the young men diving for lobsters.

    I also remember traveling there after the big hotels were built on the North side of the beach. After loosing in the finals of a pro money tournament , one of the loosing pros invited me down to play a match of singles on the courts where he was the tennis pro.

    He must have been half my age, but I took him on. It was strange, for I was a doubles player since I took up tennis late in life, and was used to playing in the cool foggy weather of San Francisco.

    When the clouds were overhead blocking the hot sun, I would win . When the sun came out from behind the clouds and it got hot again, I would loose. In Puerto Vallarta the sun is mostly always out most every day of the year. Satisfied that he had won a match with me, the pro (do not remember his name) showed me around the resort, for he was extremely happy.

    I guess it is good to make someone happy, but not when playing a fellow tennis pro.

    I went back to Mismayloa some years later after the big earthquake damaged the hotel facilities to see the damage. By that time my friend the pro was no longer there, and I had retired from tennis.

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