Very interesting little article to read about Mexico and especially Puerto Vallarta (for divers and non divers)
Water in the bay is still cold under the thermocline but its is alerady raining in the mountains close to Puerto Vallarta (about a month ahead of time) . So summer conditions should be arriving soon.
Link to article and comments:
http://banderasnews.com/0905/vl-lindaellerbee.htm
Full text:
One Journalists View
By Linda Ellerbee
Sometimes I have been called a maverick because I dont always agree
with my colleagues, but then, only dead fish swim with the stream all
the time. The stream here is Mexico .
You would have to be living on another planet to avoid hearing how
dangerous Mexico has become, and, yes, it is true drug wars have
escalated violence in Mexico , causing collateral damage, a phrase I
hate. Collateral damage is a cheap way of saying that innocent people,
some of them tourists, have been robbed, hurt or killed.
But that is not the whole story. Neither is this. This is my story.
I am a journalist who lives in New York City , but has spent
considerable time in Mexico , specifically Puerto Vallarta , for the
last four years. I am in Vallarta now. And despite what I am getting
from the U.S. media, the 24-hour news networks in particular, I feel
as safe here as I do at home in New York , possibly safer. I walk the
streets of my Vallarta neighborhood alone day or night. And I dont
live in a gated community, or any other All-Gringo neighborhood. I
live in Mexico . Among Mexicans. I go where I want (which does not
happen to include bars where prostitution and drugs are the basic
products), and take no more precautions than I would at home in New
York ; which is to say I dont wave money around, I dont act the Ugly
American, I do keep my eyes open, I am aware of my surroundings, and I
try not to behave like a fool.
I have not always been successful at that last one. One evening a friend
left the house I was renting in Vallarta at that time, and,
unbeknownst to me, did not slam the automatically-locking door on her
way out. Sure enough, less than an hour later a stranger did come into
my house. A burglar? Robber? Kidnapper? Killer? Drug lord?
No, it was a local police officer, the "beat" cop for our
neighborhood, who, on seeing my unlatched door, entered to make sure
everything (including me) was okay. He insisted on walking with me
around the house, opening closets, looking behind doors and, yes, even
under beds, to be certain no one else had wandered in, and that
nothing was missing. He was polite, smart and kind, but before he
left, he lectured me on having not checked to see that my friend had
locked the door behind her. In other words, he told me to use my
common sense.
Do bad things happen here? Of course they do. Bad things happen
everywhere, but the murder rate here is much lower than, say, New
Orleans , and if there are bars on many of the ground floor windows of
houses here, well, the same is true where I live, in Greenwich
Village, which is considered a swell neighborhood house prices start
at about $4 million (including the bars on the ground floor windows).
There are good reasons thousands of people from the United States are
moving to Mexico every month, and itÃÔ not just the lower cost of
living, a hefty tax break and less snow to shovel. Mexico is a
beautiful country, a special place. The climate varies, but is
plentifully mild, the culture is ancient and revered, the young are
loved unconditionally, the old are respected, and I have yet to hear
anyone mention Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, or MadonnaÃÔ attempt to
adopt a second African child, even though, with such a late start, she
cannot possibly begin to keep up with Angelina Jolie.
And then there are the people. Generalization is risky, but in
general Mexicans are warm, friendly, generous and welcoming. If you
smile at them, they smile back. If you greet a passing stranger on the
street, they greet you back. If you try to speak even a little
Spanish, they tend to treat you as though you were fluent. Or at least
not an idiot. I have had taxi drivers track me down after leaving my
wallet or cell phone in their cab. I have had someone run out of a
store to catch me because I have overpaid by twenty cents. I have been
introduced to and come to love a people who celebrate a day dedicated
to the dead as a recognition of the cycles of birth and death and
birth and the 15th birthday of a girl, an important rite in becoming
a woman with the same joy.
Too much of the noise youÃÓe hearing about how dangerous it is to come
to Mexico is just that noise. But the media love noise, and too many
journalists currently making it donÃÕ live here. Some have never even
been here. They just like to be photographed at night, standing near a
spotlighted border crossing, pointing across the line to some
imaginary country from hell. It looks good on TV.
Another thing. The U.S. media tend to lump all of Mexico into one big
bad bowl. Talking about drug violence in Mexico without naming a state
or city where this is taking place is rather like looking at the
horror of Katrina and saying, ťamn. Did you know the U.S. is under
water? or reporting on the shootings at Columbine or the bombing of
the Federal building in Oklahoma City by saying that kids all over the
U.S. are shooting their classmates and all the grownups are blowing up
buildings. The recent rise in violence in Mexico has mostly occurred
in a few states, and especially along the border. It is real, but it
does not describe an entire country.
It would be nice if we could put whatÃÔ going on in Mexico in
perspective, geographically and emotionally. It would be nice if we
could remember that, as has been noted more than once, these drug wars
wouldnÃÕ be going on if people in the United States didnÃÕ want the
drugs, or if other people in the United States werenÃÕ selling Mexican
drug lords the guns. Most of all, it would be nice if more people in
the United States actually came to this part of America ( Mexico is
also America , you will recall) to see for themselves what a fine
place Mexico really is, and how good a vacation (or a life) here can
be.
So come on down and get to know your southern neighbors. I think
youÃÍl like it here. Especially the people.
