Welcome to the jungle

Woke up early and decided to get out and find some waterfalls. Remembering a spot Derek Youngberg had told them about, it was a plan. The town is named Quimixpo, and can be reached by boat only. After a little research, back on the road. Should be about 45 minutes away, then 240 pesos, roundtrip boat taxi. Almost reaching the destination, Nolan kept talking about a spot his Mom took him too 20 years ago in Puerto Vallarta, that had the most amazing waterfalls. Within 10 minutes they past a sign that said Eden Waterfalls and Restaurant! This has do be it, plans changed, making a left. 20 minutes up a somewhat technical dirt road, right passed the zoo( we were sure this zoo would make us cry if we went in), we were here. Dead smack in the middle of an amazing jungle.


A bit of developing has gone down in the past 20 years, still amazing though. It seems the Doublefaced Governor Arny filmed his movie Predator here, and they totally tried to capitalize on that. They tried but failed, from what it seems. Walking past the Predator Shrine and down into the abandoned restaurant, it was something out of a movie.(maybe they just never cleaned up the set 24 years ago). Half broken Margherita glasses on the bar, overturned chairs, oh wait, and a California girl zipping across the sky on a canopy tour. Of course that just happened.


After gazing around for a couple minutes, a big Bulgarian guy grabbed a rope swing and went for it. After asking him about the water depth, it was a go. This Bulgarian was much more pleasant than the Bulgarian boat captain Nolan had to work for a couple months back. He has re-kindled his love for the Bulgarians, любов! After Mom and Dad swung out Stella decided to conquer the 5 foot wall into the water. WOW! She just did that, and wanted to get up and do it again, and again.



Afraid Stella would not let go of the rope if she went for it, she was denied a shot at the rope swing. Stella was not stoked about that but she got over it. Next, it was time to cross over the bridge and venture around on the rocks. Super slimy and slippery, Nolan was the only one to slip, and it was a real banana peely style slip. SAFE! Into the cave, and up a sweet ladder.


Now standing atop a boulder with water rushing all around us, we decided that with the rain in sight (which has been serious downpour lately) we best get on land since getting stuck out here would not be good. One more rope swing, and we're out! Shelly conquered the drive down, and then stopped in the Romantic Zone in Puerto Vallatrta on the beach for lunch, where Stella played a couple little boys, and Mums and Dad chatted with some classic U.S transports living in P.V for the last 16 years. With this being the slow season, and the busy season still being slow, the beach vendors were like flies on shit. It was nuts! My favorite was a new cutting art they have going. Fuck real tattoos, and Who wants Henna. These guys will let you pick your favorite tribal piece from their book, then they will apply it with a knock off Sharpie Marker. Not even a real Sharpie? Come on, my kid even has real Sharpies! That was the day, concluded with Shelly insisting Nolan surf until dusk..

***The blog about the guy staying above is on the way, just waiting for a little more material to finalize it. Stay tuned, he's a character. See ya!

Location:Eden Waterfalls, Puerto Vallarta Mexico