We’re locked, loaded, and ready to rock and roll. The travelling road show, aka “Memo & Das Panzer”, launches tomorrow. I’ll miss Mazatlan and its people, but time to get out of the rut, and visit new people and places, while enjoying the sights, sounds and tastes of Mexico that I’ve only read about.
I made it to Ajijic. Have a small apartment up in the hills, with lots of greenery, birds, and even fireflies. The weather is much cooler, and a nice breeze. Had a rough trip up, as a chair fell out of the overhead, and took a chunk out of my arm. The doctors who fixed it were hilarious. I also discovered that the switch between gas tanks disappeared, so am stuck with only one tank, and in running it almost dry, sucked some dirt into the carb. I went up some hills at 10 mph. If I don’t get that fixed, the high elevation parts of my trip are out, and I most certainly won’t make it to Zacatecas. So, thus far, my great adventure is not starting out well. My plans are to work on the RV, and just chill out for a couple of weeks. And, just to complete the day, I am in apartment #13
There was a party scheduled for Saturday, and the motel was full with young Mexicans. I met the ones in the apartment next to mine, and joined a party of about six. They were fascinated by Das Panzer, and were posing for photos next to it. One gal was doing some pretty sexy moves next to her boyfriend, and I pointed at the RV and said “cama”, which I guess would be the equivalency of “Get a room”. That caused a roar from the crowd, and the party went on.
I decided to take a cab down the hill and check out the music in several recommended establishments. La Taska had a violin and guitar duo. Not my kind of music. I walked up the hill to Number 4. They had a guitar player and saxophonist playing Cole Porter music. Not. I walked up the hill to the highway, and heard some interesting music. The DJ was playing rock & roll, and lo and behold, a band started setting up. El Barco is my kind of place. It became rather late, and all the cabbies had their phones turned off. I forgot that they roll up the sidewalks at 10:00. Fortunately, Carlos, the owner, was able to wake someone up, and I got back to the ranch.
After spending a week on a hill in Ajijic, with little or no internet, I moved on to a B&B on Lake Chapala. It is truly beautiful, and they have cleaned up the lake since my last visit. Spent the night at the Beer Garden, as one of the bands I’m friends with on Facedbook, The Tall Boys, were playing. At least they play until 11:00. I spoke with one of the wives, bought a CD, and it turns out her son plays in the band at El Barco. I should have requested they play my theme song, If you wanna get to heaven, you gotta raise a little hell. There is an old saying that when in a new place, “Make peace with the police”. I did, and they got a kick out of my shirt from Chiahuahua with an old Tamaharan Indian doing a doobie. One of them had a pair of compact night vision binoculars by Pentax. I love their cameras, so might check it out later.
Went to breakfast, but only had the fruit plate, not the full deal meal. The cook was upset, as she thought something must be wrong with me. I explained to Alicia that I’m gordo, but don’t each much. I promised to have the bacon and eggs the next morning, so everything was cool. I spent the day wandering around, and taking lots of pictures. The evening was answering emails, writing on the blog, and uploading pictures. Who knows when I’ll get that good an internet connection again.
Breakfast went well this time, and my table mates were two nice Mexican couples from Guadalajara, I wandered around again taking pictures, and then it was time to leave the lap of luxury to become a RV’er again. I have met alot of people, made some friends, including, as George would say, “Mr Telephone Pole”. I know it was male, as my spare tire cover has been penetrated,
I headed around the lake, and up the hills to Hacienda Contreras. On the way, I passed through a town that was having a fiesta, with music and many in national clothing. I’d like to have stayed to take pictures, but it was getting late. The road was narrow, but made even worse by cars parked on the side. After waiting some time for oncoming traffic, I decided to do my best imitation of a Mexican driver, and pulled out. I knew the guy in the new Jeep didn’t want to play chicken with Das Panzer. Made it to the park, and after a good conversation with the owners, settled in. Sal will take care of some needed work next week. So, this is the end of Chapter 1.