November 13th, 2006:
Finally back on the road...
Ice melting in the back of a pickup... I don't get it!?
Uncle Ray and Aunty Jeannette
After one whole week of sleeping in and swimming in the ocean we are finally back on the road. Let me tell you it wasn’t easy... Once we got to Mazatlan my family was waiting for us with cold beers... couldn’t ask for anything else. With a warm welcome from my aunty Jeannette and uncle Ray, you wouldn’t want to leave either. They had our room ready... can you believe it!? Our own room with internet access and a shower that barely had any pressure, but who’s whining, huh uncle Ray!!! Believe me when I tell you this... once you are away from those commodities you realize how fortunate you are to have them at your finger tips. We are in great gratitude to Jeannette and Ray for opening up their home to us for a week... Thanks once again aunty and uncle. By the end of the week the excitement was building up... almost time to leave... what adventure is waiting for us now?
Attack of the giant grasshopper... Ahh!!
Uncle Ray directed us to a bike shop swearing that he was one of the best. Have to admit he definitely was. His name was Fernando Kelly-Kelly’s Bike shop. Imagine... a short little Irish-Spanish blue eyed man welcoming you in to his bike shop. We have never seen anyone feel so comfortable and confident working with bikes... it was too easy to leave them there for 3-4 days to get tuned up. If anyone ever travels to Mazatlan, Kelly’s bike shop is a definite stop for any biker... Fernando we are forever in debt to you, thanks.
Simon walking on the Cuota... but that's another story
Mexicans... what can I say... I love this culture. They are honorable and respectable people. Very hospitable, simple people and appreciate the efforts that you make to learn their language and culture. Keep in mind that it’s not the type of people you want to disrespect either. If you treat them unfairly or with disrespect you will know right away... actually you will find out when you get deported and you’ll be escorted to the airport in no time... I am not kidding.
Who needs gasoline?
We personally had the chance to meet a family in Mazatlan. Her name was Carolina Melinda mother of 2 beautiful children. She was a massage practitioner and I was lucky enough to do a trade with her and give Simon a treatment. She invited us in her home like we knew each other for years. The only disappointment was us leaving without getting to know each other even more.
A fire blazing outside the tent, keeping the mosquitoes away as we eat our dinner and the sun disappearing once again upon the horizon and darkness taking over for the evening... I can’t stop yawning…’til next time Ciao!!!
Written by Lynne Taillefer
