With no iguanas in the trees near our balcony at Las Palmas the next morning, I focused my camera on this snowy egret in the estuary below.
Of course I zoomed in…
Later that morning, we watched the Papantla Flyers perform on the Malecón.
My instructions to find Matamoros Lighthouse, our destination, were to go up Galeana Street, then turn right on Matamoros Street.
With no lighthouse in sight, Hubby wondered if we were going the wrong way on Matamoros, so we turned back. (The directions were actually correct, but we never did find the lighthouse.) We climbed the steep streets in a northeastern direction, and quite by chance happened upon this staircase.
It leads to Mirador de La Cruz (Lookout of the Cross), which was also on our to-do list. It’s a residential neighbourhood, with the stairs running alongside people’s homes.
Lots of concrete steps.
And then more, these ones twisting and turning precipitously.
We rested a couple of times, for water and to take in the view. Safely navigating the stairs were more difficult for me than climbing them. Going down actually proved harder than going up.
A trolley track ran beside the stairs, but was no longer in use.
Over 250 steps later, we reached La Cruz.
View from behind.
The mirador is one of the highest points in Puerto Vallarta. First, more stairs to climb.
It offers an incredible view of the city and the Bay of Banderas with the Sierra Madre Mountains in the background. My panorama shots didn’t do it justice.
From south to north
Close-ups of the city
Sad how graffiti marred every pillar on the mirador, and so much else.
Back at street level, we watched these young men push a heavy load up the steep grade, and didn’t envy them the task.
Around the corner, we stopped to greet a cat family.
Mirador de La Cruz from the Malecón (little bump left of the antenna)
For a moment, I thought these kites were real people. (I’m visually impaired, but still…haha)
Large albatross resting on top of the Millennia sculpture at the north-end of the Malecón.
Many of Puerto Vallarta’s buses have been modernized and are air-conditioned.
We usually ended up on the rattly old hot ones.
Boulevard Francisco Medina Ascencio is wide and busy, making it an adventure to cross. Helpful motorcyclists would toot their horns and wave to us when it was safe to proceed from one lane to the next.
We stopped to listen to a band playing Long Cool Woman and Born To Be Wild outside a restaurant along the way.
A cruise ship leaving dock that evening.
We enjoyed the Latin Night dancing.