Away from the coast!

After leaving Puerto Vallarta we went to the town of Tequila and tasted some tequila. Sadly Erin was too nauseous to drink any after the tour so Chad drank her share. Imagine the smell of tequila for an hour, watching the fermentation process and then attempting to drink it. It felt as if we had just had a horrible hangover from Tequila and then were tortured by the smell of tequila for 2 hours. A lot like a wine tasting, however the end result was much less pleasing. Then we headed off to Guadalajara for Chad to get a taste of a traditional street market. Although Chad was tempted to buy some rad crocodile boots he opted out because he realized they were made in China along with all the other crap there. Due to our lack of interest in big cities we headed towards Lake Chapala after only about 2 hours in Guadalajara. Lake Chapala is the largest lake in Mexico and although it was beautiful the pollution has made it off limits to water contact. Due to Chad and Rhino's obsession with submerging themselves into water we decided to head back to the coast. This is where the trip started to get interesting. Somewhere near mile 2,000 since San Diego the mountain roads were among the scariest roads we have seen yet. Due to the pitted windshield in the burb and the horrendous glare from the sun we had a near collision with what we call the "slow driving" Mexicans. Chad couldn't see as we came around a curva pelligroso going about 30 mph and nearly slammed into the back of one of our favorite "slow driving" Mexicans. Erin screamed and thanks to the Vitrek sponsored new brake job we were able to avoid the collision. Dogger was covered with all the crap from the back of the burb and was trembling from the fear of the scene. We proceeded to pull over and re-arrange our belongings while reassuring Rhino as well as the ourselves :). As you can imagine Erin convinced Chad to turn into a "slow driving" Mexicans the remainder of our journey to the coast. Better safe than sorry, right?