The walkway between the door and the restaurant.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The walkway between the door and the restaurant.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Here I am with Adolph and Millie. Adolph was the first person we met at Hacienda Contreras when he came out to open the gate and let us in. They are rather quiet and very easy to like. Behind us is the bank where we both got money from the ATM.
This, of course, is Helen and me. I'm disappointed in this picture because I thought I was losing some weight, but here I'm as fat as ever. Damn camera!!!
This is Rosemary and Dennis, two MORE Canadians from British Columbia! We joined them, Adolph and Millie for lunch at Chee Chee's. You'll note the location: right on the beach.
In the years that we have been married, Helen has ordered a fine fish dinner that she was pleased with twice. Well, maybe three times. This was another of those days where her meal came as a surprise. I guess that if you want a fillet, you have to SPECIFY FILLET. Helen does not like to see her meal looking back at her. Talking with Rosemary and Dennis about my whole shrimp in Cosala, and they informed me that you had to SPECIFY that you wanted shrimp without the shells. Adolph ordered a fillet and he was pleased. The rest of us ordered shrimp without shells and we were pleased. Helen will be sure to order fillets in the future.....I think.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
This is the road leading out of the valley. Elevation of the campground was about 6400 feet! Clear air, bright stars, and very cool nights. Nothing like the 19 degrees they had in Inverness, Fl, though.
The roads through the mountains are just one curva peligrosso after another. That means dangerous curve and we could see numerous monuments to people who didn't make the turn.
In the lowlands, there were not acres and acres, but square miles and square miles of sugar cane. When the crop is ripe. They burn the cane to get rid of all the leaves, then the stalks are cut and piled. We saw a number of trucks heaped way to high and dropping cane when they hit a bump.
Along the way we passed through Tamazula de Gordiano, a city or village on the way to Colima. They have this story that they tell:
A la vez un gringo venía de lejos y trató de llevar a su casa rodante a través de nuestra hermosa ciudad, hermosa. Acostumbrado a nuestras calles y avenidas, se perdió entre las calles de un solocamino y callejones sin salida. Después de un rato, se encontró en la carretera de acceso a la plazaprincipal de la ciudad, justo enfrente de la catedral. Tan tonto que era, que él condujo la derecha en la plaza, apenas faltan varios peatones y un coche fúnebre funeral. Lo hizo de bypass varios bancos ygrandes arreglos de flores y la herida de su camino a través de los toldos del hotel y por el otro lado.Allí, una fuerza de nuestra policía valiente lo escoltaron fuera de la ciudad.
For those of you who do not read Spanish I offer this translation:
There is a folk tale told about a Gringo lost in the city.
At one time a Gringo came from far away and tried to drive his motorhome through our fine, beautiful city. Unaccustomed to our streets and avenues, he got lost among the one way streets and dead ends. After a while, he found himself on the access road to the city’s main plaza, right in front of the cathedral. So foolish was he, that he drove right in the plaza, barely missing several pedestrians and a funeral hearse. He did bypass several benches and large arrangements of flowers and wound his way through the hotel awnings and out the other side. There, a force of our courageous police escorted him out of the city.
These are the police that escorted us out of the city.
Even with the escort, navigating the narrow streets was no picnic.
You may notice how we are forced to the right side of the road, where some of the roof overhangs can gouge the side of our camper. In reality, the police were extremely courteous and helpful. Without their guidance I would still be in the plaza in front of the cathedral, blocking the funeral procession. There was also a senior citizen who directed us around the hotel awnings so we wouldn't take them with us.
Later in the day we stopped at Boca Beach, a campground recommended by Heinz and Ulli. In fact, we met them and they were surprised to see us. The beach seemed nice, but there was only 15 amp electricity and NO wifi. NO wifi, can you believe that?
This is the beach there, but we didn't let the dogs get close. Since we were moving on to Punta Perula in the morning, why get sandy wet dogs for the night.
A sunset picture taken by Helen.
This is the lagoon at Boca beach. Later we found that those lagoons can contain alligators!!! Not a place to take the girls swimming.
Sunset at Boca Beach. Enjoy yourselves, Ulli and Heinz!
The end of another day in paradise!
This is our spot at Punta Perula RV and Trailer Park. The camper is located about 40 feet from the cleaning table where all the fish are taken. I was drooling at the sight of the large fish being cleaned this morning. A half day fishing trip is $1,000, in pesos or about $74.00 US. I'll just have to go!
I'm getting ready!!!
These are the ones who really enjoy the water. They will chase a stick until I just can't throw it anymore. The surf doesn't bother them a bit and all three have had waves wash over their heads without slowing them down. They come back up and continue after the stick, all of them.
This is looking back at our campground. I can drive the beach here with my Jeep, so we take the dogs down a ways where there are no people. We had a group walk past us today and their dog joined ours in the water. The people were surprised as their dog generally doesn't do water.
This building was supposed to become a hotel some time in the past. It had gone to ruin and someone decided that it had to come down. Kevin and Ruth were there when they tried to blow it up. What they have left is a death trap, too dangerous to get near to finish the job.
Friday, January 6, 2012
The lower level windows look into the dining room, as this has been conceived as a restaurant with owner's quarters above. The domed room above is actually a small kitchen/sitting room.
Walking out from the castle we walk the road of John Deere Tractors. The owner has more than a dozen really old John Deere tractors including some horse drawn machines. There a lot of items, such as swings, around the grounds that are made with ancient John Deer wheels and things. I'm allowed to go fishing in that pond and the only reason that I have not is that I am lazy. I have adopted the manner of "mañana, but I did learn how to put the squiggle over the n.
This is Kevin and Ruth of Travels with Kevin and Ruth fame. I hope you checked his blog for information when I was being lazy. I see that he did 402 blogs in 2010, which makes him one sick puppy!
This is the new Sal Contreras family. Just so you know, that's Sal on the left, Barb on the right, and Donkey Hotay in the middle. Barb thought that Helen might like a donkey, but Helen explained that I was enough ass for her.
"Walking" Donkey Hotay back to his pen.
Here's Helen taking the covers off the New Years Eve food. Have you noticed that there's always a lot of food?
More food and I will not name the people this time.
Dutch Canadians John and Anna.
OK, more food! This was the group outing yesterday. We rode to Mazamitla to eat at the Alpine Restaurant where Helen and I ate early in our visit. It's more fun with the group. What's especially nice is that Sal can translate the menu. Heinz kept raving about the bean soup and