I waved goodbye to Christine, Drew and family at the Puerto Vallarta bus terminal, and was soon speeding east toward Guadalajara.
Not knowing much of Mexico, I always thought Guadalajara was a pueblo.
Turns out it’s the capital of the central state of Jalisco, and the second biggest city in the country after Mexico City (which we all know to be one of the largest cities in the world).
Five hours later, we pulled into the new bus terminal on the western outskirts of the city.
From there, I took a taxi to my hostel in the historic city center.
Downtown Guadalajara is awash in historic buildings, and despite its size, it’s still more relaxed and manageable than Mexico City.