‘It'll be great Linda!’ Hub explains excitedly. ‘We can drive down to Maz in six days and see the sights along the way!’
OMG...six days...trapped...I mean together??!! “I don't think so!”
“Then I’ll see you in six days. And BTW you can pick me up at the airport then.”
We had discovered early on, Maz drivers are just nuts, so I wouldn't be driving in Maz. Hub could do it. And if not there's plenty of taxis, pulmonias and even buses available.
As I continue looking out my side of the car I see the truck..first the cab and then the back...where a whole family is sitting along with two old ladies, each sitting on one of those white, plastic chairs.
“HEY??!! Where the hell did he come from????” I scream as I almost strangle myself with the seatbelt.
“Well I need it” as I shout back, stomping out of the room like a 2 year old throwing a tantrum, grabbing the car keys and announcing...“Then I’ll go myself!!”
Muttering to myself about being a grown woman I jump in the car and turn the key, feeling empowered immediately...
“Damn it!” I curse to myself remembering I have to manually open the garage door before my independence can actually start.
Well, I did do it, much to Hubs surprise and the car came back in one piece. I, on the other hand immediately made myself a large cocktail and went out to the deck.
“Great...yup, great (as I try to steady my nerves) and I’ll have another” as I hand him my empty glass.
Well, that was a few years ago. I now drive all over the place, shopping of course.
Those zipping motorcycles and buses are still a driving hazard, but I’ve come to realize that driving here is not all that bad, IF you just accept the fact that you have to look left, right, front and then back repeatedly all the time...
...and ALWAYS know where your horn it located.
Just a couple of thoughts from 2 Canadians living and loving it in Mazatlan.
Linda and Hub