Yesterday during Lowe’s morning nap Ouest and I jumped on a bus and headed to Walmart. Actually to Autozone which is always in the Walmart parking lot. The bus ride there was uneventful, maybe thirty minutes. We did our shopping and then flagged down the next bus with our name on it. When we got on I asked the driver, “Marina Mazatlan?” Si, si, he insisted.
Thirty minutes went by and we were way out on the other end of the city weaving through Old Town neighborhoods. I thought, okay, it’s a big loop, slow, but whatever. After forty-five minutes we were the only two on the bus. He stopped and waved at a bus going the other way and then told me to switch over to that one. So we did, and half an hour later we drove past Walmart again. Ouest was sound asleep on my shoulder now so there was no reason to be in a hurry now, and after nearly two hours our bus pulled up at our stop. Note to self: catch bus home on the other side of the street.
We’ve just been enjoying a couple of days of not doing a whole lot. I’m building a new mount for the refrigeration compressor as the bolts on the old one were working their way loose. Ali’s been going through the cabinets and tossing stuff out again. And the kids have been taking long naps, taking walks, riding the bike, and playing with the water hose on deck.
Also keeping an eye on weather for our crossing over to Baja. It’s amazing to me how many stories we’ve heard of people getting pasted on their trip over. It’s only two hundred miles, it doesn’t seem like there is any reason whatsoever to encounter bad weather or seas. But I guess we’ll see for ourselves soon enough.
Today we went up the street to the tourist/hotel zone and walked around there for a bit. It’s Bike Week and there are hundreds of them cruising up and down the strip. It made both of us a wee bit jealous as it looked like a lot of fun causing havoc in the streets and knocking back beers in the parking lots. One thing I noticed, of course, is that it seems like their bike culture is pretty man-centric. Only about one bike in twenty had a girl on the back, and no, there were no women drivers.
