PV stands for Puerto Vallarta

Without a program, without a job, I started the day. Breakfast at the hostel, there were pancakes, cornflakes, and coffee. The kitchen and common room are pleasantly cool, no one was in a hurry, I struck up a conversation with Jola from Antwerp and Vivi, who had previously lived in an Indian ashram. Personal experiences, travel tips, Corona... another cup of coffee con leche.

My goal for the day was to find a travel guide for Mexico, but I was unsuccessful.

In the hostel, I also met Andy from the USA, who had just checked in. He spoke fluent Spanish, knew PV, and offered to explore the city together. The city resembled a Mediterranean beach resort with numerous hotels, trendy bars, and Mexican local color. We climbed to a viewpoint, then: beach time.

In the evening, I went out with my five roommates... an eight-bed room connects us. Andy, Noor, and I were the last ones.