We took a two hour bus ride north to Sayulita. Bruce stood the whole way, and I was smashed in a seat with the wind blowing in my face. The bus stopped about every four or five minutes, picking up all kinds of people along the way. My favorite little group was a young family with three little boys. Their hair was all slicked back and spiked like their dad's and their mom had on a bright pink tank top with fur trim for Christmas. I bet they were going to the folks for dinner. They got off at the next stop, a dirt road following along a dried up gully.
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