After ten days in Vallarta, it is official. "Que onde guero?" is not just a song by Beck. It is something that you will be asked, and often, if you are a white guy at any gaybar, beach, or just walking down the street. Most of my memories from the trip would land me in rehab and/or jail, but the following can be reported:
- Boys from Guadalajara have the most beautiful noses in the world, and they pay virtually nothing for them.
- Guidebooks and web sites are always wrong. For a good time, hook onto a local and take them out with you (this isn't just for Vallarta of course). Just hang out at Playa de los Muertos (that's right, Beach of the Dead) and you'll soon make new friends.
- The most remarkable thing about Vallarta: the complete lack of New Yorkers. Bizarre.
