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Published: March 31st 2009
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March 28, Saturday
We decided to press on towards the coast, even though the Hotel Iturbide was a nice little place. A careful extraction from the lobby’s slippery tile floor and over the curb into the street and away we rode again. The rest of the ride out of the mountains was again a twisty-lover’s paradise, and then on to the coastal plains, interrupted occasionally by lines of small hills. We made a stop for motorcycle oil in Linares, found a Honda shop so it was pretty easy. Half a liter refill for Bear, and on the way again to the coast. At a break atop one or the other of those hills, I asked the 5 guys sitting around by a truck if they knew the town of La Pesca, right on the gulf coast. They did, so I asked them if there were any hotels there and they replied there were and even named one or two for us. (All en espanol of course.. brag brag...) Just before we rode on, Deb gave them the candy she had purchased from the last group of kids that saw her as a soft touch at the Pemex station. I’m going
to have to get her to at least bargain, instead of paying what they ask, and then giving them more besides since they are all “so cute”. I think we left the little church statue behind at Iturbide too. No problemo, as we don’t have room for little trinkets like that anyway. We’ve also been leaving a trail of used bookstore books behind, maybe someone will be able to read them.
La Pesca is a fishing village next to the mouth of a river at the gulf coast. There are LOTS of hotels, some open some not, and also cabanas for rent, even our first view of a place to camp. Turns out it’s owned by a guy that was born in Italy, lived in Louisiana, Honduras and for the last 14 years in Mexico . He wanted 150 pesos to camp - cold showers, but we decided to look around a bit instead. $10.50 is a great price for camping, but we were hoping for hot showers, and as Deb had been feeling a little under the weather, I thought another hotel would be the right thing to do. We found Hotel Rivera del Rio off the main
drag and right where the river meets the sea. Asking price was 800 pesos. I shook my head and muttered to Deb and started to step away, so the price became 600 pesos per night for four nights. The manager wrote it down.. 600 x 4 = 2400 pesos. I said something to Deb, and then wrote down 500 x 4 = 2000 pesos. He looked at it and said “No TV ”?. Deb and I whispered again, and we said thanks but we’ll keep looking. He said “ Okay - 500 con TV.” We took it. This hotel is one of the nicer ones, lots of space again, walled in for security, a pool and a little private beach, and is apparently a favorite for fishermen from the city of Monterrey with their families, as at the moment there’s a pint sized soccer game going on outside on the “common”. We plan to take it easy tomorrow, and probably for the next few days. Weather is still dry, but a little cooler than the west side of the mountains in the desert. It’s nice to smell the salt air again too.
March 29, Sunday
Lazed around today,
strolled into town, found the internet cafe, did a little email, read a bunch at the little beach. Spoke briefly to a 7th grader who proudly announced to me "I speak English". He really did, learned it in school.. I was very impressed. Smart kid.
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