I've always wanted to go to San Sebastion, so with help from JR and his tienda picture of where to buy tickets, my roommate, (a Mexico newby, since Juarez does not count as Mexico and my friend Gabriel who is bilingual, we set off to find the bus. We also opted for the 8:00am bus since we hit the sheets about 2:00am that morning. We went out on a limb and didn't buy tickets beforehand, so prayed we could get a seat. We got lucky, since the bus was only half full, paid 50 pesos each and off we went.
Everything was cool until we hit the one way dirt, or shall we say dust road, going through the mountains. Being a gentleman, Gabriel let me have the window seat. Being a gentleman, he let me have the aisle seat when I turned green. I am a wee bit scared of heights, especially when they involve a rickety bus, squeeky brakes and a death drop of at least 100 feet and no guard rail. Did I mention the 5 or 6 little rivers we had to cross? Now, let me remind you, this is dry season, and little rain has fallen, but there is still a good 10 inches of water running across the roads.
After almost 2 1/2 hours we finally arrived at Estancia, the cross roads of the two main roads. One to Mascota, the other to San Sebastion. As we exited the bus, Gabe asked the driver what time the bus left, the driver said "bus? The bus leaves tomorrow morning." Which of course threw me into a fit of giggles. I knew this and thought Gabe did also... but what the heck, it's an adventure, right?
Luckily, instead of walking, we hitched a ride with a 70+ year old Charro on his way to San Sebastion. I, being a lady rode shotgun and the boys in the back. We exited the truck 150 pesos poorer, but happy to not have lugged our packs for 10+ kilometers. Seeing San Sebastion for the first time sends you back in time. You could see the old charm, the small cobblestone roads and a town plaza that rivals any big city.
We decided to walk around a bit, and found a place to eat off the main road. Looked like a dive, but hey, they had gorditas on special and ice cold beer. We ended up eating 9 gorditas and two beers for a total of 76 pesos. We also got a history lesson and directions to the raicilla factory.
With our bellies full, we set off up the cooblestone road, and ended up at a dead end and a gorgeous hacienda. There was a couple of maids cleaning the rooms so we took a peek and fell in love. After taking some pictures and inhaling the clean mountain air, we set off, only to find the owner pulling up in his truck. I wanted to chat, and find out name, prices etc. so I could post it on the web-site. Gabe and the owner ended up talking for 10 minutes with Gabe translating for us. They were disussing the lack of tourists in San Sebastion, when Henry, the owner, looks at me and says in perfect, unaccented English, "I don't know why they don't come here since it so close to Vallarta." I am now rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles while Gabe looks sheepish. My roommate said it was just like a movie, and Henry seemed to really enjoy the experience. We ended chatting for a while and getting new directions to the raicilla factory. The Hacienda has been in Henry's family for years. He lived in L.A. most of his life and returned to his roots to start a small hotel. So far there is 4 beautiful rooms with full baths running about $40 USD a night. Well worth it in my book. Not much to do but breath, relax and enjoy nature at it's finest.
Since we were kinda stuck in San Sebastion, we went off to find some raicilla. Heck, we may as well be drunk if we are going to spend the night in God's country. After crossing a small river and almost getting ran over by two little boys on a wild burro, we needed raicilla more than ever. After a brisk walk, we came across two cows playing in a playground. One cow looked like it just slid down the slide, the other was grazing off to the side. (no we haven't drank the raicilla yet, we haven't even found it!) Low and behold, right past the cows was the joint. Adobe oven, a wooden table and bench, a small serving counter and big gate to keep us out. Gabe, being brave yelled for the owner. Being braver, he opened the gate. He tells me to stay back in case of guard dogs. Great.
No owner, no dogs, no raicilla. So off we went back down the hill in search of coffee.
San Sebastion was a metropolis in the 1600's and supplied Tepic and other areas with goods. Today, it is much smaller, but still has many of the original buildings. One of its pride and joys, besides raicilla, is the coffee plantations. Once again, we got directions, this time to where to have some coffee. Our plan was to have coffee and decide where to bunk for the night. We could stay with Henry, or check out the other Hacienda, or check out the posada on the main drag.
We found the coffee shop, and the boys went inside while I tagged along behind. Lucky for me, as coming up the big cobblestone hill was........ yep, a taxi! I yelled for Gabe who whistled him down. The driver gave the finger-circle motion, which meant, "I'll be back after I drop my load". He came back to get us, and after our coffee we piled in for the ride home.
The driver had never been to San Sebastion before, so he was a bit harried from the ride up. Not expecting any passengers for the ride home, he was happy with the 300 pesos we offered.
We were happy to be on our way back to PV. I was thrilled that wishing for a taxi made one appear. Where is a lotto stand when you are on a roll?
Our beloved Mario Andretti drove like a maniac, thinking driving faster will make the road seem less dangerous. With only two near misses we arrived safe and sound from our adventure, alive, if not a little dusty.