We returned to the gulf coast and stopped at Tecolutla, a little fishing town that we stopped at way back in January, at the beginning of our trip. Originally we weren't planning to go home via that route, but our ever-evolving plan lead us there. We had had our fill of adventure, and now all we wanted was to hang out at the beach.
Tecolutla was one of our favourite places in Mexico: not too hot, deserted beaches, and we knew that we would eat very, very well at El Manglar restaurant. It would be the only Mexican town we returned to, and when we drove in we felt a reassuring sense of familiarity - this feeling was a first for us in Mexico.
The week turned out to be exactly what we needed. David went fishing everyday, while I played my guitar poolside and went for walks with Chloe. We had lots of laughs and great meals with El Manglar's gracious hosts/chefs David and Myriam, and fishing buddy Gary.
David and Myriam spoiled us rotten - they cooked for us at the restaurant on their days off, and Myriam made us beautiful, one of a kind jewellery, which she also sells at the restaurant.
We became very comfortable with our routine in Tecolutla; so much so, that it became somewhat difficult to pack up and leave! We knew we had to allow enough time to make the trek home, and of course we miss our family and friends. So, after ten days in Tecolutla, we bit the bullet, packed our bags and said our goodbyes. We were on our way home, but first we were going to pay our respects to Elvis by taking a slight detour to Graceland..
David's Fishing Report:
The surf fishing here is good, but like all types of fishing it is subject to changes in weather and the movements of fish. The first few days were good with lots of white fish caught but as the week wore on the fish disappeared and were not to return until the day we left. We did have a good meal of fresh caught cat fish.
One morning Gary, David and I were fishing, when a guy from the tourist office showed up with a recording camera and asked us if we wanted to do the little 'dance around the world' which circulates on the internet. We took the guy's card, the three of us did the little jig, and resumed fishing for the elusive Pompano.
