Right after renting the bicycle I am happily corrected in my earlier poor estimate of Mexican honesty (Thankfully; I must have found the bad apple right in the beginning). When paying for my bottle of water at a local OXXO inadvertently with two 10 Peso coins the clerk hands one of them back to me because the price is only 10 Pesos. Not a big deal, but I didn't want to leave my complaint from days ago standing uncorrected!
|Almost as if they were sitting for a family portrait ;-)|
|The artist and I must have read the same SciFi authors !|
|Picking up the piece of fish|
|The puppy dog is supposed to keep the birds away from the fish guts ....|
|Finally puppy has learned|
I lock the bike on a lamp post on the narrow beach walk at La Playa de los Muertos (Beach of the Dead). First I explore the whateveritis thing in the ocean and the views.
|Gives a total new meaning to the word Cruising ;-)|
|Still have to go there (the Surf was higher an instant before)|
|A blurry picture (Was I smoking and the camera focussing on my smoke?): Boat with a mixed crew|
I meet Hans in this restaurant, but he continues along the beach. I look for him briefly, then cycle back to the hotel for a dessert slice of cake and an hour-long nap. Life is good !
When I awake at 3:30 pm, I notice a brighter shade of red on the opposite side of my elbows. Biker Burn! Hits me every time ;-(
Around 4;30 pm I ride back into town. The place where I had lunch and where I had hoped to indulge in some Ceviche is packed. Not a single seat left and I overhear two owners saying in English "The difference two weeks can make".
I head back to my other favourite restaurant. I start with a glass of white wine. Yummy. The waiter brings chips and salsa. I'm not a big chips fan. In Canada salsa gives me the creeps. I dip one chip in the little pot, eat it, and my eyes go WIDE: So this is what it's supposed to taste like ;-)
The last week I have been reading a book (fiction) with a French Police inspector in Brittany. His favourite food is Entrecote avec frites. I see a picture of a steak with fries on the restaurant menu and order it (Be VERY WARY of subliminal advertising ;-)
The meat is very good, if a under-done for my taste. The portion is too big for me and I actually have leave meat on the table. My sincere apology, dead Cow !
With the time approaching 7 pm, it is time to head home. Darkness is approaching and navigating Mexican roads in bright daylight already is a dangerous challenge; I don't want to cycle home in the dark.