Several guys pile supplies out on the dock, while Freddie (standing) catches a ride out to his boat. He pick us, the other passengers, and the supplies at the dock.

And we're off...

It was a rough ride and not easy to take unblurry photos, but the rocks and the numerous caves along the shoreline were interesting. The taxi stopped at the various resorts along the way. Some of the people riding with us were workers, while others were tourists who were going to spend the day out in one of these paradises and take a later water taxi back. We couldn't take the time to do this since we needed to be back at the ship, so we just stayed on Freddie's taxi coming and going.

Some places along the shore look like Fantasy Island and ready to welcome tourists, while other are shacks.

Sometimes there were ladders for people to use in getting off the taxi, but most of the time there were no ladders or there were no docks where Freddie ran the taxi up on the beach and people had to jump down from there.

The supplies were unloaded onto a beach. No money changed hands so there must be some type of arrangement to pay for this service.

The passengers coming back were mostly locals and we were less crowded.

Dean pays Freddie for the ride.

Under the pier next to Freddie, a fisherman cleans his fish and feeds the guts to the awaiting pelicans. 

We walk back up to the bus stop and this woman tells us that it will be here in about five minutes, which leaves us just enough time to take her photo and one of the multi-colored rooster strutting around the area.

About half way through our bus ride back to the Malecón, this guy boards the bus and sings a number of songs for about 20 minutes. Afterward, he went down the aisle and collected money from people for his efforts. We were surprised at how many people donated to his cause. We've taken a lot of public buses in our travels and this was a first for us.

After the long bus ride, we were hot and thirsty.  We stopped in The Sea Monkey restaurant that offered beer for a dollar. How could we resist? That they also handed out chilled,  moist  washcloths was a bonus.

This cute turtle adorned a pillar of the Sea Monkey and I'm including it for Dori.

We walked a little ways along the Malecón, but it was hot. The locals use the beach at the mouth of a river under the bridge for shade. The merchants hawk their wares from stalls and from their own bodies--this guy carried an assortment of dresses, wraps, and wore six or seven hats.  There were not too many street performers at this time, but we're certain that they'll reappear later in the day.

We walked away from the beach and through the Vallarta Plaza, the one with the picturesque crown church, and couldn't resist a couple more photos.

We liked the colorful fronts at the base of these apartments. Here, Day of the Dead displays grace the lobby of a hotel near the beach. 

As we walk another block to find our bus, we liked the name of this restaurant and the grapevine covered light fixtures hanging in a restaurant/sidewalk cafe still under construction. Soon we were on our final bus back to the ship where iced tea and cold showers were the order of the day...