In the sidewalk café Carol ordered an omelette for breakfast and I had hot cakes. Afterwards we flagged a taxi to take us to the bus terminal where we bought our tickets to Zihuatanejo / Ixtapa, valid on Monday. We are much looking forward to discontinue living out of a suitcase and to the pleasure of preparing our own meals.
Despite communication challenges the ticket purchase proceeded smoothly. We next went outside to flag another taxi. This one was driven by José, and older man who spoke English and who is father of six children. We asked him to take us to the Liverpool Shopping Center, a modern, two-story complex on the outskirts of town.
These taxi rides also gave us a wider perspective of the town which appears to be clean and neat with little sign of tumble-down decrepit neighborhoods. Most of the vehicles here are late model and in top shape. The traffic also seems less of a free-for-all which it sometimes was in other places.
Once we were done here we left the building hoping we could find another taxi to take us back to the hotel. As coincidence would have it we walked out just as a taxi was letting off passengers and the driver was happy to take us on board and back to our hotel. Along the way I snapped another photo of the Colima volcano. It has been spending much of its time embraced by clouds even though there may be no clouds elsewhere.
Today there was no concert in the park. Instead there was a group protesting a recent mining mishap which resulted in contaminating the water supply of certain neighborhoods. The folks gathered and gave speeches using microphones, held a banner, and even projected movie clips related to the problem. For a short while the proceedings were confused by what appeared to be a wedding party pouring out of the church across the street and melding temporarily with the protesters. Then a woman set up loudspeakers at the nearby sidewalk café and began singing karaoke style to recorded music. And the church bells clanged and bonged, and a good time was had by all.
Just a quick observation about table-to-table vendors. There are those who would sell you candy, flowers, ice cream, and such things as may be of some interest to folks at the tables. But then there are others whose marketing instincts are clearly from another dimension. For example there is the man who shuffles among the tables burdened with guitars and ukuleles for sale. And the man offering wooden model sailing ships. A car battery, anyone?
A painting from our hotel's reception room. Can you find the dancer(s)?
It's getting late. I better get to bed. 7:00 am comes early.
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