Saturday, March 7, 2009

Punta Allen

There was no diving today. Tanks were not filled and ear was having serious issues. We decided to head to Punta Allen for lunch. We have tried many times to visit this fishing town, but each time for one reason or another we turn back. Reasons like, we are probably going to run out of gas, we will never get there, and I didn't realize it was this far....are the usual reasons. Today when I said, "how far is it" ...he said...."We are going to have lunch in Punta Allen, and then we never have to go there agian"!! As we passed not one, but two federal inspection stations the words to another Jimmy Buffett song, started repeating in my head......they go something like this.." we had only come for chicken, we are not tha ganga plane". In the song he goes to Jamaica for lunch and they shoot at his plane. Anyway, we did not get inspected in either station.


We finally made it to Punta Allen after about an 1.5 hours. Punta Allen is cool because it is actually a point between two bodies of water...the sea and a really big lagoon. The area is known for fly fishing and other types of fishing. The rode runs between both bodies of water.

We got to the town and had passed what we thought maybe a cool restaurant right before town. Since we didn't see anything promising...we may not have gone far enough...we turned around and stopped at a place that had a sign indicating a restaurant and bar. It was a true find.

It is called Costa del Sol. We were the only people there but it had a beautiful view of the sea. As we walked up to the restaurant, for a minute, I had thought John has lost his mind. He picked it so we had to go with it. They had a really big rooster walking around the grounds, 2 small chihuahuas...one with a sweater, some parakeets in cages, and an awesome view of the ocean. You can see there was a dichotomy going on...but agian, you have to go with it. We ordered coca-lights (diet coke in Mexico) and I asked in Spanish what they had for lunch. Instead of a menu the senorita rattled off a bunch of dishes in Spanish. Again, I am glad for the Rosetta Stone lessons. We ordered pescado a la planca (not sure if I spelled it right but it is grilled fish). Oh my was that one of the best meals ever!!! When you are in a fishing town, you just have to order the fish...those are the rules :) More about the meal....it came with tortillas, rice, avocado, black refried beans, a pickled cabbage salad, grilled onions, and a special salsa served with arm wavings and warnings about it being muy caliente. John nick named it the black death, because it had been roasted down to a black color and death because of it being so hot...but it had a great flavor. Kim would love this stuff.


Here is the website in case anyone ever finds themselves in Punta Allen.
http://www.costa-del-sol-sian-kaan.com/services

And here are some pictures:

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This is what the rode looked like a majority of the time.



Fly fishing on the lagoon side of the road near Boca Paila.






John on ocean side of bridge.




Lagoon side of the bridge, with all the sand flats.



Tomorrow, no diving again. I think we will rebuild the platform at the Ranch.

Karen and John

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