"Of course Señor Visa is also welcome..."
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Arizona Bob
Planning the Trip
Bob, I am enjoying the report thus far! I am sure this will be a popular thread for a while!
Mark
Part 2 -- Getting on the Road
Driving to San Carlos
After leaving Phoenix about 10 a.m. on 2/12, we headed south into Sonora on Route 15. The highway is four-lane divided road – and a toll road. You’d think it would be great driving (since it is a toll road and a major highway) – but the Mexican highways we encountered are quite different from what you find in the U.S. and Canada – first, they tend to be a bit rough and potholed in some places.
Second, our southern neighbors haven’t yet discovered the value of a shoulder! Gen and I are both inveterate photo-takers, but we were stymied in that pursuit because you simply cannot safely pull over far enough to get out of the way – the highway edge is a drop-off that in most places you cannot negotiate. Even driving customs (the rules of the road) are a bit different south of the border (although not excessively so) – it takes some learning and paying attention to acclimatize.
We immediately found beautiful scenery (Sonoran Desert and pastoral lands), friendly people (even the officials), and lots of gasoline stations. One of the highlights for Gen was the abundance of roadside stands selling produce, chiles, honey, you-name-it.
For gasoline, Pemex (Petroleum Mexico) is the only brand. There is no such thing as “self-serve.” I took the advice offered by veterans of Mexican roads, and purchased the higher octane fuel and also added fuel detergent additives just to be safe. A smart precaution is to carry a spare fuel filter while traveling in Mexico.
In addition to the station operator who pumps your petrol, there are usually others hanging around waiting for the opportunity to clean your windshield for a few pesos (or a dollar or two). A simple “no, gracias” discourages them if you are not interested in this service. A couple of times, these eager folks even offered to wash the entire vehicle for us. I refuse to believe that this had anything to do with the fact that my truck hasn’t been washed since almost forever.
We saw several of the Green Angels along the way -- they are official department of tourism mechanics who cruise Sonoran highways in green and white trucks and help stranded motorists. I waved to them every chance I got as "insurance."
We made it to Hermosillo, the state capital, simultaneously with the evening rush hour. Gen drove, I perspired (traffic, traffic, traffic). The only real problem we encountered though was a traffic jam in a construction zone where we encountered a few rude drivers, and it slowed us down for a few minutes.
We Break the Rules
As we headed south from Hermosillo, it got dark. Travelers are advised not to drive in Mexico after dark – but by this time we really had no choice. This was not the only rule of traveling in Mexico which we violated -- and if you recall our reports about my trip to Quebec last fall, we were rebellious and careless of rules there too -- which was even more serious since Canadians are so polite to start with! Yes, we are trouble-makers.
On our arrival at San Carlos at about 8:30 p.m. or so, we couldn’t find our hotel right off, so we stopped at a restaurant, ate dinner, and asked directions. Our hotel was typical of those I’ve found in Mexico – crude construction, but clean and neat for the most part. Some of the amenities were out of order (like the Jacuzzi) and there were some other small problems. But why worry about it? If it isn’t life threatening, ”mañana” is an easy-going less-stressful way of life! We succeeded in getting some additional towels, but never did get the cooking utensil we asked for – the room had a kitchenette which was fairly useless to us without a pot. We did use the microwave. Part of the charm of Mexico is the friendliness of the people you meet – you encounter warmth and courtesy everywhere you go.
We settled in, went for a short walk around the neighborhood (the 2nd broken rule – “don’t walk around after dark.”) We discovered there wasn’t anything going on anyway – and there was one angry dog and one shady-looking character hanging around, so we hurried back to our hotel. After spirited negotiations concerning the next morning's wake up time, we headed off to our rooms for a welcome night's sleep. Mañana, a la playa y Guaymas!
Preparation & safety concerns
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The planning began a few days before departure – since traveling to Mexico does require some forethought and preparation.
In addition to that I would add a few more steps. Make sure you have travel insurance, especially medical. Sometimes your house insurance will cover loss or stolen luggage. I also made photocopies of all my important documents : driver's licence, health care card, passport, insurance policy numbers and phone numbers, birth certificate and also of my other cards such as credit cards, debit cards, social security, car registering, etc. and put them in various places in my bags -- don't put you credit card numbers in the most easily accessible spots though. I printed several pieces of paper with my name, address, phone numbers in case of emergency in both languages and put pieces of paper with the number and address of the Canadian consulate in my bags. Even though I felt ridiculous doing so, I told my relatives that if someone ever called them asking for a ransom that they should ask to speak with me first because someone might have found one of those pieces of papers and just pretend to have kidnapped me. I didn't want to act paranoïd but it has happened before.
There are two major cell phone companies in Mexico and the one servicing Sonora is Telcel. You usually have to call your cell phone company prior to your trip so they can put your phone in international mode. Make sure you have enough pesos for the tolls if you plan on using a toll road. I would also bring a couple of practical items such as : sleeping bag(s), blankets, pots and pans, silverware, soap and sponge for the dishes, drinks and snacks, jugs of purified water, towels and washcloth, shampoo and soap, alarm clock and ear plugs.
It was heartbreaking for me not to be able to communicate fluently in Spanish since there was so many things I would've liked to ask and tell some people. I have to admit that Bob and I were a good team though. With our limited knowledge of Spanish and my knowledge of French (related latin language) we usually managed to figure out what the other wasn't able to decode. Although we did have to use my dictionnary more than once to find the meaning of some words. Anyone going to Mexico with limited knowledge of Spanish should at least bring one of those dictionnaries and some printed sentences.
As a woman, moreover a white woman, I was a little self-conscious about being a more "visible" target, but everyone was well behaved and polite. The only time I happened to be walking by myself for a while in San Carlos, guys were simply smiling, waving at me and whistling from their car but when I was accompanied by Señor Bob, they were simply staring and smiling. Some of them asked if we were married and THEN if I was Bob's daughter, which we both thought was hilarious...Especially me!:o)
It is a common habit for Mexican men to turn their heads all the way around to stare at women and whistle but it rarely goes further than that unless you demonstrate any interest in that sense. Mostly, people seemed to be curious about us, white folks and I never really felt threatened in any way even when carrying my expensive camera around. Most importantly, I never overheard anything like "estupido Americano" (Canadiense in my case) or "gringo" except when we were joking with them and I thought Mexican were incredibly warm and friendly. I love their general outspokeness. The wild outbursts of Mexican mambo coming from the stores and houses everywhere made me feel inexplicably overjoyed.
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One of the highlights for Gen was the abundance of roadside stands selling produce, chiles, honey, you-name-it.
Primitive shrines were another type of roadside attraction that was omnipresent along the roads in Mexico and, as you enter cities such as Guaymas and Hermosillo, taco stands are everywhere too. "Topes", also known as speed bumps, are opportunities for locals to sell their products to the travelers : fruits, jewelry, pottery, etc.
I'll let Bob take over and tell a little more about our adventure since he did it so well this far:o). I'm especially anxious to read the rest of the story or rather, how he's going to put it (...)
Gen
Part 3 -- San Carlos & Guaymas
Seeing the Sights; Learning the Lingo
On Day 2, we bought and ate a “continental” breakfast from a nearby market and then went off to explore San Carlos and the coastline. The coast there is rugged – the desert meets the blue waters in mostly a vertical & rocky fashion, as you can see by the photos we took. We stopped by to see some scenic views, and checked out a couple of beaches. At one scenic overlook, some vendors had set up shop and were selling handicrafts of different varieties. We did some “window shopping.”
Afterwards, we drove the 15 kilometers or so back toward Guaymas for lunch and more exploring. We got lost trying to find the downtown, but got back there with Gen’s good map-reading and navigating and me trying to keep track of direction and road signs amidst all the personal mental confusion. There was simply too much visual stimulation!
We parked and trooped around the plaza, took some more photos (some of the buildings, the plaza and the waterfront), and we walked several blocks to a guidebook-recommended restaurant (that we found had closed). Not finding anything else in the immediate area, we started back to San Carlos and had lunch instead at a grilled chicken chain restaurant we found along the way.
I learned some new Spanish words from the proprietor; she was more than willing to help me broaden my linguistic horizons – “como se dice en español these onion thingies here…” I speak very little Spanish these days – my vocabulary used to be fairly extensive, but a dearth of practice has resulted in a loss of vocabulary, and any practical ability to speak and read. In the border towns, no one wants to take the time to deal with a novice Spanish speaker – they will simply answer you in English when you try. But farther south, many seemed to be more willing to help us learn. Between the two of us, (as Gen noted) we actually did very well communicating in Spanish in most circumstances, but I think next time I will try to be a little more fluent.
Beach, Sunset, Angry Seagulls and Yanqui Ingenuity (?)
Back at San Carlos, we grabbed our beach towels and an old sleeping bag for a beach blanket and headed back to Los Algodones Beach to watch the sunset. It was breathtakingly beautiful – and I had the bonus opportunity to royally freak out a sea gull when I took a photo of him in near-darkness while he was looking straight into my camera lens. I guess he didn’t like the flash. He very vocally told us off and flew away at high speed after briskly shaking his head several times. We had a couple of little cigars, Gen had a sip or two of some good Mexican wine, and as the sun went down it got a bit chilly. We got some beautiful photos on that beach – the light and color made it magnificent.
We had parked right on the beach and as we arrived, Gen suggested I go “just a little bit further.” OK, no problem. And if I had backed out the same way I drove in, it would have continued to be “no problem.” Unfortunately, while attempting to make our exit, I tried to make a wide turn to one side and promptly found sand that was somewhat deeper, and quite a bit softer. We got stuck immediately. My truck doesn’t have those big knobby heavy-duty tires.
I rocked the truck back and forth and spun the tires at supersonic speed just to prove beyond a doubt that we were, in fact, stuck. I got out to survey the situation. Our only hope for self-extrication lay with the old sleeping bag and Gen’s muscle. We dug out the tire as best we could, pushed the sleeping bag underneath the tire to purchase a bit more traction, and as I held the throttle at the point where the tires would almost spin, Gen pushed. It took several attempts; we’d slowly, torturously, go a few feet and get mired again. After several cycles, we finally got out onto firmer sand and down the road. The only casualties were the sleeping bag (fatal) and Gen got whacked by the door of the truck as it closed on her while she pushed as the truck finally began to break free – her ribs are probably still tender.
After a quick supper at the hotel, we sat on the balcony for a time considering our good fortune, surveying the stars and lamenting the fact that we’d have to head back to Phoenix the next morning.
The importance of the sleeping bag...
Ah yes, the importance of a good, thick sleeping bag will become apparent in Part 3!
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Gen says: I also made photocopies of all my important documents : driver's licence, health care card, passport, insurance policy numbers and phone numbers, birth certificate and also of my other cards such as credit cards, debit cards, social security, car registering, etc. and put them in various places in my bags
Ah yes, I forgot to do that on the trip too -- Gen had to remind me. Sometimes they ask to keep your documents so it pays to have copies! Plus, it can be complicated if you lose one.
