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Posted 07-09-2009 at 09:08 PM by geaugeausmom
The original "Adventures..." sort of fell by the wayside. I'm really wanting to get them in writing before the old mind completely loses them.
Our trip through Mexico continued south from San Carlos. I was amazed at the poverty in evidence all along the highway; the tiny towns we traveled through were heart-breaking. So many, many "houses" were simply pieces of corrugated tin and pieces of plywood leaning against each other, some with blankets draped over for privacy. In the town squares around the ornate churches, women with tiny babies were sitting around begging for a coin. Surprisingly, no matter the condition of the mother, the babies always looked clean and cared-for.
As we tried to drive through the little towns, we found that the narrow streets were so often blocked by numerous people in the streets.
At one point, I forgot to retract the steps to my camper, and, trying to avoid hitting people, I hit a curb with the steps; those steps never retracted again, and I spent anxious hours afraid that I was going to take some poor guy off at the knees.
Another time, I clipped another curb and lost a hubcap. Hearing a horrible crashing sound, I looked back to see the hubcap rolling back down the street with all the lugnuts bouncing along behind.
Fortunately, we found numerous lovely places to park our campers. It was interesting to see that there were so many American and Canadian 'snowbirds' going that far south. We found good RV parks wherever we went.
I have always wanted to go to a Mexican mercado--there seemed to be something romantic surrounding the whole idea. Boy, was I in for a shock. In Mazatlan we decided one day to head downtown to the marketplace. We stepped off the bus right at the market, and I got my first whiff that all was not as I expected.
The odors of raw meat covered with flies nearly overwhelmed me.
Once inside, it looked as if acres of space were covered with every dead animal carcass possible. After viewing the whole expanse and noting both fies and cockroaches, I decided that the mercado was not my 'thing.' I did get to the areas where fruits, vegetables and other merchandise were on display, but I never escaped the smell of dead animals. Needless to say, the only meat I ate during our entire 3 months in Mexico was fresh shrimp that the guys brought around to the RV parks early in the mornings. TTFN
Our trip through Mexico continued south from San Carlos. I was amazed at the poverty in evidence all along the highway; the tiny towns we traveled through were heart-breaking. So many, many "houses" were simply pieces of corrugated tin and pieces of plywood leaning against each other, some with blankets draped over for privacy. In the town squares around the ornate churches, women with tiny babies were sitting around begging for a coin. Surprisingly, no matter the condition of the mother, the babies always looked clean and cared-for.
As we tried to drive through the little towns, we found that the narrow streets were so often blocked by numerous people in the streets.
At one point, I forgot to retract the steps to my camper, and, trying to avoid hitting people, I hit a curb with the steps; those steps never retracted again, and I spent anxious hours afraid that I was going to take some poor guy off at the knees.
Another time, I clipped another curb and lost a hubcap. Hearing a horrible crashing sound, I looked back to see the hubcap rolling back down the street with all the lugnuts bouncing along behind.
Fortunately, we found numerous lovely places to park our campers. It was interesting to see that there were so many American and Canadian 'snowbirds' going that far south. We found good RV parks wherever we went.
I have always wanted to go to a Mexican mercado--there seemed to be something romantic surrounding the whole idea. Boy, was I in for a shock. In Mazatlan we decided one day to head downtown to the marketplace. We stepped off the bus right at the market, and I got my first whiff that all was not as I expected.
The odors of raw meat covered with flies nearly overwhelmed me.
Once inside, it looked as if acres of space were covered with every dead animal carcass possible. After viewing the whole expanse and noting both fies and cockroaches, I decided that the mercado was not my 'thing.' I did get to the areas where fruits, vegetables and other merchandise were on display, but I never escaped the smell of dead animals. Needless to say, the only meat I ate during our entire 3 months in Mexico was fresh shrimp that the guys brought around to the RV parks early in the mornings. TTFN
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Ouch! If the hubcap was rolling down the road AND there were lug nuts following it....you got a real problem. The wheel is next. :-)
Enjoying your stories. <thumbs up>Posted 08-05-2009 at 06:26 PM by RonNBama 
