Pacific Hamlet could become Mexico’s next hot stop

Pacific Hamlet could become Mexico’s next hot stop

By Alfredo Corchado

SAN FRANCISCO, Mexico – Maybe it was the impossibly bright orange sunsetover the Pacific Ocean, the sound of waves crashing onto the shore, brieflydisturbing the peace and the silence around us. Or it may have been the eclectic crowd – old hippies, yuppies and theultrarich – enjoying the isolated innocence on an unspoiled Mexican beach. Whatever it was, I couldn’t avoid a creeping realization: I didn’t miss Cancun, its blindingly white sandy beaches, or the turquoise Caribbean waters. And just forget Acapulco and its nonstop nightlife and foul bay.

I had found a new paradise, and just in time. I’d thought I’d visited everybeach in Mexico. I had grown jaded about many places where you arrive eagerto hit the water or relax and read a book, only to end up feeling cleanedout by resort operators and their hidden costs, such as the 5 percent covercharge just to dine.

This quiet stretch of Pacific coast in Nayarit state renewed my faith. I’m enjoying this place, just 45 miles north of Puerto Vallarta and a world away from Mexico’s more well-known and crowded tourist destinations. Before long, however, the inevitable pressure of beach-seeking humanity will be arriving by the plane load. The place is no longer a secret beyond the small but dedicated group of vacationers, the vast majority from California,who come back year after year to live a few days in simple luxury. The northern rim of Bahia de Banderas has become an eclectic refuge for the pinchers of pennies and the deep pockets alike. Lodgings go for anywherefrom $35 for a no-frills room in Cielo Rojo to $550 at the Four SeasonsPunta Mita.

This windswept coast was once a string of remote fishing villages nestled byhilly jungles. But it’s now a playground for jet-setters and surfer dudesalike, all chasing the next big wave. At once, a vivid reminder of Spain’sCosta Brava and California’s Santa Cruz. Nayarit state, made famous in the movie “Night of the Iguana,” has been known as the jungle around Puerto Vallarta – for decades a principal destination for U.S. travelers from the West Coast. It was a small, unhurried resort area squeezed against the Pacific by tall mountains hidingthe colorful but reclusive culture of Mexico’s Huichol Indians.

The charming hamlet of San Francisco, known locally as San Pancho, won meover with its tropical beachfront and lush green hillsides of seeminglyundisturbed parrots. It has some of the best bird and whale watching in the world. It’s off the beaten path and reflects a downshift tourism – a quieter andmore relaxed environment. More important, it was the unusual, welcome hospitality offered by friendly locals who appear eager to embrace the transformation of this fishing village into a world-class resort.

Its cobblestone streets and white sands call out for early morning or evening walks. It’s also a surfer haven, this point proved by a travelcompanion who’d wake up at 5:30 a.m. to hit the waves. I preferred hikingthrough mountains, taking in the views and endless miles of pristine beachesalong the Nayarit coast. Like the region itself, ours was a peacefulcoexistence.

That doesn’t mean that some aren’t worried about losing a traditional way oflife. They’ve seen what’s happened to once-secluded Cancun, or NuevoVallarta. A local group of women is protesting to preserve public beach access they’ve always had before.

Yet change is coming: Both the federal and state governments are pumpingmillions of dollars into roads, electric lines and municipal water projects.They’re creating what locals proudly call Mexico’s next best tourism destination. Among the projects: a new road to connect San Pancho to Sayulita, anindolent fishing village known for its surfer-worthy waves, and Punta Mita, where Four Seasons is the star attraction.

It’s one charming beach afteranother, interrupted only by tropical forests and mangroves. Farther inlandare Nayarit’s volcanic highlands and the cultural attractions and pristinebeaches of Guayabitos and big-city Tepic. I stood on top of a mountain, watching the sunset and Bungalow Lydia belowus, taking in the whispering wildlife and hushed sounds, mindful that the secret will soon reach Texans, if it hasn’t already.

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