Took a short trip to Puta de Mita today. Damn, that’s a lousy trip. The destination, itself, is ok, if you like ‘beaches’ that don’t have any sand but do have expensive restaurants and a large, overbearing Four Seasonal Hotel hovering over the whole town.
Other than that, there is a fence the whole way from Mezcales to the Mita, between you and the beach. Big cement fences (some painted blue, some green) for most of the way, except for the side streets coming in at La Cruz and Bucerias, both extremely obnoxious locales dedicated to the over-weighted, vanillated old gringo who needs a square condo with a high fence around it to feel at home in a foreign land. (I’m a still a more than a little disappointed in this trip as I write this)
All billboards and signs along the road are in English so you won’t even know where you are. Where is that, you ask?
Heck if I know. It’s not Mexico. It’s more like S. California or Miami with slave labor.
It cost us 20 pesos each to travel from Punta de Mita to PV by bus, and it is quite the ride. If you’re a fan of roller coasters, you’ll love it.
All I can say is that the place is aptly named… “mita” means labor done by the indigenous people during the Spanish era of conquest.