Chicago airport laughs in the face of a light snow shower, so we were on our way on time on Sunday morning. The flight was around four hours but it felt much longer, perhaps because we didn't settle down for a long haul like we had the day before. Anyway, for sheer boredom the flight paled in comparison to the immigration delays at Puerto Vallarta airport, which welcomed us with a shuffling snaking queue lasting just under 2 hours.
I'd actually been looking forward to seeing what immigration would be like after completing the Mexican customs form on the plane. The form provides handy advice of the items that are considered 'for personal use' and therefore not subject to import duty. These included "Four fishing rods, three surf boards (with or without sails), a pair of binoculars and a telescope, two musical instruments..." and the list went on. Sadly, the queue just didn't live up to my expectations.
We reached our fantastic apartment in the late afternoon, just as the sun was setting over the sea. We have a balcony with a wonderful view of the ocean and so we just watched as the sky turned a dramatic warm red. The journey had definitely been worth it.
Then it was a rapid unpack and a walk down to the seafront for dinner. We ate at The Blue Shrimp, right on the beach, with the waves breaking in the darkness, Guacamole prepared from all the raw ingredients at our table and a Margherita which the waiter served by holding the bottle of tequila over the glass, starting to pour, and saying "you tell me when..."
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