Stopping at Places Nobody Has Ever Heard Of: Marquelia in Mexico

Yes, but why would anyone want to stop in Marquelia?” the bartender in Puerto Escondido asked me.

“We stopped there so we didn’t have to stop in Acapulco.”

“Okay, I can see that. But Marquelia???”

Even the Mexicans in Puerto Escondido couldn’t think of a reason to go to Marquelia, although being in P.E. with its magnificent beaches might have had something to do with it.

December 11.

A very long bus day. 5 hours to get to Acapulco Papagayo, an hour’s wait for the next bus out (nobody wants to stay in Acapulco) and then…

2 1/2 hours later, we’re still on the bus and Al finally got enough bars to check his Google map. According to it we were only a third of the way to Marquelia and it was already 5:00 with the sun low in the sky. Finally we came to a town with a name I recognized: Cruz Grande. And hit a traffic jam.

Bus stalled at Cruz Grande by processions for the Day of the Virgen de Guadalupe

Bus stalled at Cruz Grande by processions for the Day of the Virgen de Guadalupe.

It was the day before the Day of the Virgin of Guadalupe and masses of processions and pilgrimages delayed us on the route. We finally got into Marquelia as the sun was setting and the moon was rising bright.

Virgen de Guadalupe in Marquelia, Mexico

Virgen de Guadalupe lit up on the evening before December 12, her name day.

We knew there were hotels in Marquelia but had been unable to book anything online, making it one of the few places where we were travelling without a clue!

At the bus ‘stall’ we purchased tickets on the bus to Puerto Escondido leaving at 11 am the next day, and that done queried the ticket seller about hotels. He sent us down aways to a hotel across the highway. We figured we were close but there were barely any lights and we could hardly make out its name.

Crossing the highway (nervously), we made our way down a dark alley to discover the proprietor of the hotel watering all the plants and turning the dirt walkway to mud. But there was a room, 350 pesos ($25 Can) a night and it wasn’t half bad!

From there we went back down the highway and to our delight discovered a Tacos Pastor place.Tacos Pastor in Marquelia, MexicoTacos pastor are one of our very favourite, and when you add cheese and lots of pineapple it makes for a fantastic meal. So there we were, eating tacos pastor and drinking Corona for the fourth day in a row, and loving it.Tacos Pastor with extra pineapple in Marquelia, MexicoTaco accompaniments of radishes, limes, pickled vegetable, red hot sauce and even hotter green salsa made with the green ghost (fantasme verde) chiles at the Tacos Pastor place in Marquelia.Taco accompaniments of radishes, limes, pickled vegetable, red hot sauce and even hotter green salsa made with the green ghost chiles, at a Tacos Pastor place in Marquelia, MexicoAfter our fine meal we went for a tour of the town at night.Tacos for the evening meal in Marquelia, MexicoThe muffler shop. Blue door at night in Marquelia, MexicoThere wasn’t much to see but because of the holiday people were up singing traditional Mexican songs into the night, and we fell asleep serenaded by soft Spanish voices.
Colourful lights brighten up the darkness of Marquelia, MexicoThe next day the gang that hung around the hotel sent us off to the mercadito for breakfast. Mercadito means ‘little market’ but this one was quite large, with lots of twists and turns.The mercadito, 'little market' was quite large, with lots of twists and turns in Marquelia, MexicoIt took us awhile to find the breakfast stalls as I was perpetually distracted by the market offerings. Chickens for sale in the market in Marquelia, MexicoAn impromptu fish stand.Fish in a wheel barrow in the mercadito in Marquelia, MexicoOrange snacks for our upcoming bus ride. Citrus fruit in the mercadito in Marquelia, MexicoMeat in a display case, a rather unique way to sell meat in Marquelia’s mercadito.A rather unique way to sell meat in the mercadito in Marquelia, MexicoWe eventually located a collection of breakfast places where I was served desayuno with a smile.  Desayuno with a smile in Marquelia, MexicoI had a ‘capuchino’ which was Nescafé in hot milk, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice, eggs, beans and bacon.Drinks of coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice in the mercadito in Marquelia, MexicoThe place next door may have had really fresh eggs for breakfast! A chicken for desayuno (breakfast)? At the market in Marquelia, MexicoWhile we were waiting in the tiny bus depot in Marquelia a bus going the other way to Acapulco arrived and the vendors started circling.Bus to Acapulco with the snack vendors circlingThen we were off on the bus to Puerto Escondido, to stay in the same hotel we had stayed at 30 years earlier

Annotated Google Map of the Mexican Pacific coastal route where we took the bus from Puerto Vallarta to Huatulco, a distance of almost 1500 km, in December 2019.Annotated Google Map of Mexican Pacific Coastal Route


13 responses to “Stopping at Places Nobody Has Ever Heard Of: Marquelia in Mexico

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