Gringos Locos

Day 156

Los Cabos, BCS, Mexico

The local friendly Canadian tourist information neighbour had some tips for us when we were making our coffee in the morning. She had 4 dogs and many complaints about the nearby puppy farm. I wanted to ask her why she had one of their puppies herself but didn’t dare. She was bigger than me. We went into San Lucas for a look around and come breakfast. Still loving those fish tacos. San Lucas was the picturesque tourist trap of the 2, a typical Mexican town resided behind the facade at the beach and we ate there. I bought some heavy duty hooks, now I just need a hammock. My eyes are open for a nice one from now on. We dutifully drove back into Cabo for our appointment with Mona but we got the cancellation text just after we parked up and had spent 10 minutes washing on the street and changing clothes. It was time to hit the beach then! We walked back through the harbour and headed for sandy gringo central. Across from the Arch in the bay were a long line of hotels. Maybe one of them would have a shower! It was 4 days now and I wasn’t starting to smell like a goat. We found a nice hotel and went and sat by the pool, white skin is sometimes useful, before going for a swim and a game of pool volleyball with our American cousins.o

There is swearing the the rest of this post, I was a bit drunk when I wrote it

Betsabe didn’t cancel on us though, another of Rolands CS contacts in the area, and she came to meet us by the beach. I had managed to get a shower at the hotel pool and even sneakily washed my hair, it was about time. She didn’t speak much English but Roland could translate when he occasionally saw my puzzled face. She was a good laugh though and I was happy to listen to Roland relating already familiar stories of his trip as I tried to follow and she giggled. She didn’t look much like a Chemical Engineering student, but that’s what she was. We went searching for fish tacos when the sun went down but didn’t have any luck, we walked back to the harbour where there was a nice little place attached to a huge liquor store. Nice food and cheap beer from inside. The waiter made me laugh, he delivered the food and then asked for my Tutankhamen photo on my phone so I sat there finding and then bluetoothing it to him for 5 minutes instead of sating my hunger. I find such behaviour fun since a waiter would never do that in the west. The cancellation of the meeting with Mona was only a rain check and Roland told me we were going to meet her in a bar soon. This lack of Spanish meant I was missing out on important developments, but I just shrugged and wondered vaguely where I would be spending the night after all these hotels, bottle stores and bars.

Mona was waiting for us so we inexplicably went to meet her for 1 minute and then went off to change our clothes before heading right back. I think it was something to do with Betsabe leaving but this all passed me by as we, or rather I, walked around in blissful ignorance. Mona was with 3 guys and they didn’t look very happy to see us, or that was the impression that Roland got but when we got there and started talking and smiling they all relaxed and were happy to talk to us. They even bought us some Bandera shots, lemon, tequila and tomato juice shots, the Mexican Flag!

Viva Mexico!

They were so impressed with us drinking those that when we were done insisted Roland drink some drink which the waiter took a frustrating (to him, hilarious to me) 5 minutes to set alight.

I don’t, ever, want to drink something on fire with a plastic straw! Look at the guys face!

I was having a great time but then everyone left, except we were taken to Monas car, driven to another club, where we went in, stood there for 5 minutes, not drinking, and then we all left and she drove off. I think it was because it was a club called ‘Squid Row’ and was full of Americans desperate to have sex with each other. Probably notorious in the area or something, it was vulgar and hillarious. ‘yo yo, where is the DC crew???’ yelled the MC to the delight of the crowd as they all jump around bouncing their fake titties. Trailer trash spending the $600 their moronic President just gave them for no real reason apart from to annoy the poor who didn’t get anything and get the whole population even deeper into the pockets of our new to be elected* world leaders, the Chinese.  Fucking Gringos! I’d rather be fucking gringas but there you go.

*Elected the American way, with the democracy of invasion and puppet government.

We staggered back to our car and planned our next move. Of course, Eduardo,,,!  (who we met on the beach lived nearby and had given Roland the directions to his house!) We had visited him earlier and had forgotten he told us ‘mi casa es tu casa’, my house is your house! No sleeping in tents on the beach now, we could have a well earn chance to close a door when you pee. Roland sent him some texts and he said he was coming back, so we walked to his place and waited and waited. I don’t know why we didn’t text him again and he never came home. We sat eating Quesidillas and wondering where he was before I went to sit in the car and Roland announced his place to pitch his tent on the open roof by Eduardos  room. I pushed my seat back in a pretty dodgy area and tried not to close my eyes…

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