Blue gets a ride.

Sunday December 20, 2009



This morning I headed out for my walk just after 7:30. Up the pavement to the castle as I call it and then down the access road to the beach. I could hear loud music as I walked and there at the edge of the access road to the beach was an expensive black car with all doors open and really, really, really loud mariachi music playing! Two young Mexican senoritas were dancing and the older Mexican man was watching. They must have been there quite a while as there was quite a pile of broken glass on the pavement around them. I'm sure the RV park next to them was enjoying the 8am serenade. It just can never be too loud for the Mexicans!



When I returned Eric was just crawling out of bed and it was time for coffee. Sam across the way showed up to ask if Eric wanted to go for a ride on the bike. His wife Rita wasn't feeling well and I didn't want to go so off they went together. They stopped for gas and Sam spotted a Mexican guy on his Harley and went to say Hi. The Mexican was up for a ride and offered to show them where to go but first he had to go find some cerveza because he had a hangover. He spoke excellent English and had lived in Chicago before moving to Mexico. They started out through town and when they hit the highway there was nowhere to go. The main and only highway south was plugged solid as there was a bridge out and with all the holiday traffic it was backed up for miles. The Mexican knew how to get down the shoulder and then cut across to get out of the mess of traffic. From there they headed down a side road out past the airport until they ran out of pavement and then down some dirt roads through a village to a large palapa at the very end of the road. They stopped for a lunch of shrimp and more cerveza and the Mexican was greeted with hugs and kisses as he had been there for a wedding before. He spent his time chatting up the waitresses and managed to score a phone number from the big bootied one! After lunch there was a return through all the traffic crossing the highway and up another paved side road through four or five little villages and muchos topes, topes, topes until the road ended in a really nice clean village. It was then time to see the pool hall where the Mexican said he had been when a cow wearing a bell came in while he was playing pool! There was also a desperate need to find the banyo. They were directed out the back to a walled courtyard where they were told to just pee on the wall which was apparently normal practise there. I wonder what the woman did? Sam picked up some cold cervezas and from there they headed down a gravel bank of boulders and four wheeling on the Harleys to the river where they stopped for some tunes and guess what...... more cervezas. Eric declined at this point as he said he didn't want to leave me a widow and his grandchildren minus a grandfather. Then it was time to head back the way they came and after they shook hands at a stop light Eric and Sam headed home and the Mexican back to his home behind the bowling alley.



While they were out I had a chat with Frank and he said that Dennis (they are two of the people we met at the Pemex station outside Los Mochis) had been coughing for the last couple of days. He had been unable to sleep and was thinking he would go to the doctor tomorrow. When I mentioned the Swiss woman's husband had pneumonia and was in the hospital Frank thought Dennis should probably go and get it checked out. Apparently another couple had ended up in the hospital when they were here last year with pneumonia. Well, now Dennis is in the hospital with pneumonia too. What is going on! Hopefully this is all just a coincidence and not part of a bigger problem. It could be viral, bacterial or who knows.

I chatted with a lady from B.C. who had arrived with her husband yesterday in a really old VW van. She said they had been driving non-stop day and night in Mexico. A bit naive and they know it now. They stopped for gas at three in the morning and gave the Mexican money before they got gas. Then they got to pay again. Lesson learned, pay after you get the gas not before! They are heading south tomorrow and I hope they drive in the daylight. It would not be fun to hit a cow or horse in the dark.