A great trip… In fact, we came two years in a row breaking unspoken rules against repetition. The first year was filled with solid surf and good times. We stayed at the same place both years, but the second year, we added a few days, four more I believe, on a “yacht”. Both times we arrived in Puerto Vallarta but quickly headed to Punta Mita, once by rented car, and in 2000, via yacht. Punta Mita is on the south side of the big bay. I’ve heard many stories of some big golf resort going in there since, so it’s likely that our trip was one that can’t be repeated in terms of culture, ruggedness, and natural surroundings.
Captain Richard was a trippy dude. An older guy, very nice and quite capable, but he had some infirmities that rendered him…. well, creepy. On more than one occasion, we worried for our meager fortunes and even our health, but all was well and he proved to be a trustworthy, albeit trembling compatriot.
The highlights were many. From hitting an AWESOME secret spot north of Punta Mita by ~1 hour, near Santa Cruz and past Sayulita, called Chacalla (note: this place was COMPLETELY off the map in 2000, had to hire a boat to get in and out, no roads. Today it is completely built out with million dollar estates), to Olson doing a back flip from the boat on the first day and turning his hand into a cloven flesh hoof. Brozda rushed him all around PV to find a doctor, who subsequently stitched him up for $30 while the rest of us surfed and sucked beers. Another day on Captain Richards ship took us to the Islas Marietas where we snorkeled and jumped from a ~30-40 cliff into the water while taking care not to crush rare bird eggs on our way to the peak.
These were two fabulous trips and many details have faded with time, should have done my recap sooner….
Brozda 
The Yacht Sylvester 
Bill 
Nuby 
Islas Mariettas 
Nuby 
Wy 
Dinner
Put Chacala video here.