Blogs from San Carlos, Sonora, Mexico, North America - page 2

I've given up on trying to get up early; didn't see the point of it and I slept in until 9:30. And it was noticably quiet. There wasn't a dozen Mexican kids yelling and screaming down by the pool. My room is on the top floor, the fourth, staggered back from the pool, but I can usually hear those kids before I've gotten out of bed. I looked out the balcony door, over the rail, and down at the pool and saw almost nothing going on. All of the loungers were laying flat, the table umbrellas were all closed. The only movement was a lady dressed in khaki pants, a polo shirt, black arm sun-protectors, and a pink baseball cap, and mopping the area around the pool. I quickly put on some shorts and a t-shirt, ... read more

Trying to get relaxed and refreshed on this trip but I keep feeling that I should be a little active on my first full day in San Carlos. I planned on being active tomorrow. Today I decided to go into San Carlos. Had to take a taxi there since, though San Carlos has a little bus service, no bus comes out to where this "resort" is at. I had the front deck call me a taxi and after just a few minutes it appeared. After geting in I could tell that I was in somewhat of a tourist town. This taxi had tinted windows that were rolled up since the ac was blowing nice cold air (all of the taxis I had used so far on this trip had all of the windows down, with dusty ... read more

10/12/2009 11:33 AM Well, "soon" (last phrase of my post of 10/4) turned out not to be so soon after all! Even that last post was photo-less; I just put some on there, so you might want to check it out one last time... At least all the major stuff involved in settling into my new digs is out of the way. I have even been approached twice, unsolicited mind you, about doing carpentry work. If there's one thing that this trip is teaching me, it's that anxiety over things like money, shelter, and food are a kind of masochistic insanity. I suppose that if I found myself in a strange land, knew nothing of the language, had no friends, and the locals were antagonistic to strangers, I might have a legitimate reason for being worried. ... read more

Here I go, out from under the clutches of the PAW and on to my first new vista... -------------------------------------------- 10/02/2009 08:35 AM The trip from Ontario by bus to Guaymas (they don't pronounce the "G" here: "whymas") was interesting but not too eventful. The bus was clean and only half full for most of the trip. I couldn't make much sense out of why and when new drivers would come aboard. Some came and rode as passengers, two kept taking turns driving for 15 - 30 minutes each, and one jumped off the bus at a roadside taco stand in the middle of nowhere about 100 miles south of the border. The driver who remained with us from the border to Guaymas was very fidgety, had some facial ticks, and drove very fast. I'll ask my ... read more