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title: "Birthday in Yelapa: Chasing Waterfalls"
date: 2025-08-03
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tags: ["travel", "birthday", "mexico", "yelapa"]
categories: ["travel"]
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Yesterday was my birthday — and this year, I spent it in Yelapa, Mexico: a beach town so remote you have to catch a water taxi just to find it on a map. No roads. No cars. Just jungle, cobblestone footpaths, and the promise of doing absolutely nothing — perfectly.

To mark the occasion, we set off on what was *supposed* to be a simple hike to the famous Yelapa waterfall. According to local legend (and several half-confident directions we got from a guy selling tamales), it was just a casual stroll through town and into the hills.

So we walked.

And walked.

And kept walking.

The trail twisted through the jungle, past houses, dogs, a few confused chickens, and a group of other tourists who looked just as lost as we were. We were deep in it — sweaty, squinting into the green abyss, hearts full of hope and legs full of lactic acid.

Every bend felt like *the* bend. Every sound in the brush? Probably the waterfall. But instead, it was just more brush. More jungle. More walking.

Eventually, we admitted defeat. No glorious cascade. No refreshing dip. Just a slow, humid trudge back to town and the creeping suspicion we had — at some point — walked right past it.

Still, I can’t complain. I turned a year older, a little more sunburned, and with a story that’s already more entertaining than if we’d actually *found* the thing.

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***Footnote:***  
The moral of the story? When you’re in the jungle and the air is thick and your sense of direction has been compromised by tacos and birthday beers... maybe *don’t* trust your internal GPS. We wandered haplessly for hours — four explorers driven by optimism, mosquito bites, and the false confidence of "it's probably just around the next corner." Spoiler: it wasn't.
