A Long Ride

We ended up in Cuyutlán because it was starting to getting late and we needed to get off the road. An expat American living there called it a "faded beach town." That's putting it mildly: it's so badly maintained that some buildings and streets looked like they've been carpet bombed.



Entire sections of streets have fallen apart and not been repaired. There are piles of trash drifting in the breeze, street lamps fallen or with wires hanging out, and literally everything crumbling. Nobody seems to care or even notice the mess.



On the beach there were thousands of chairs in front of every hotel and not a single person sitting in even one of them. So strange. I can't quite figure out what's going on, but I wouldn't want to go back to find out.