Finally! If you recollect a few days ago, every time I went to photograph this bird, it would evaporate. It became known as my personal 'Kevin' from the pixar movie Up. Well, Kevin no more. Your long beak has been snapped, if not slightly fuzzy.
It is our day off. We have a slow morning. We are happy to leave behind the 'upgraded' room at the Design hotel as they still haven't sent the Engineers to fix the plugged up commode since the request 5 hours ago. And the bath tub is now our own personal terrarium filled with black beetle-type bugs. The hotel staff speaks decent English, but there is something ambivalent about their attitudes. For example, every meal but breakfast must have a reservation. Despite the fact the when I walk by, the place is mostly empty. And if I have to hear one more time about how you are so booked, it will be the end of me.
The bikes need to be fueled, so we decide to go mid-afternoon to try and avoid the New Jersey-style full-service pump lines. No such luck. We queue up just like every other day, about 7 deep. While they have no less than 2 islands sporting 13 pumps, only 2 pumps area operational (1 diesel, 1 petrol). And so the 2 attendants have to wait for the other side to complete fueling to get the hose.
Meanwhile, we park the bikes on main street. Hindsight, that may have been a poor idea given that Bruce has no license plate. Any chance this is a "Welcome" card?
It is our day off. We have a slow morning. We are happy to leave behind the 'upgraded' room at the Design hotel as they still haven't sent the Engineers to fix the plugged up commode since the request 5 hours ago. And the bath tub is now our own personal terrarium filled with black beetle-type bugs. The hotel staff speaks decent English, but there is something ambivalent about their attitudes. For example, every meal but breakfast must have a reservation. Despite the fact the when I walk by, the place is mostly empty. And if I have to hear one more time about how you are so booked, it will be the end of me.
The bikes need to be fueled, so we decide to go mid-afternoon to try and avoid the New Jersey-style full-service pump lines. No such luck. We queue up just like every other day, about 7 deep. While they have no less than 2 islands sporting 13 pumps, only 2 pumps area operational (1 diesel, 1 petrol). And so the 2 attendants have to wait for the other side to complete fueling to get the hose.
Meanwhile, we park the bikes on main street. Hindsight, that may have been a poor idea given that Bruce has no license plate. Any chance this is a "Welcome" card?
While we initially think that it is a parking ticket, it is sort of. More really just renting a parking spot. Soon enough, the attendant is 15 pesos richer and we are on our way. That was a close one!
Having paid our debt to society, mind as well continue enjoying the main drag.
Having paid our debt to society, mind as well continue enjoying the main drag.
And while these dogs appear feral, they are certainly not very hungry. I gave a piece of hamburger bun to two of them, only for them to go back to sleep, ignoring the food.
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I see Guacano on the menu, and decide to give it a go. Boy it was terrible. But as consolation prize, we find this neat little chocolate/ice store. Who could resist a handspun ice cream? The odd thing is you always pay first here, and get a receipt which is then given to the girls serving the ice cream. We will also use this photo as the day 12 "Proof of Life" ransom photo for Bruce :-)
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