Mexico 37, 21st May 2004

I hung around in the village for a couple of hours, took a photo of a brilliant woodcarving, making use of the natural way of the wood,

then decided to take my chances on the road. The road was better than I expected, and there was not noticeably more water in the stream than before. It was however very pretty.

The trees growing in the water by the way look very similar to the old tree at El Tule. Apparently when that tree started growing it was surrounded by swamp, today it's not, and there's a lot of effort goes into making sure the old tree has enough water.

The road south to Puerto Escondido continued to be very beautiful, with magnificent views as the road climbed over the Sierra, winding through pine forests on the high points. I liked to stop took at the views, at the forest, at the birds gliding so effortlessly, I found it hard to stop smiling!

I bought petrol and it came on to rain. I asked if it was OK to park at the petrol station, sure, no problem, over there he said. Then the rain stopped so I decided to continue. Of course the rain started again, the cloud descended, I could barely see 20 yards in front of me. After a while I'd had enough and pulled on to the edge of a football pitch and asked a bunch of kids, 15 years old or so, if it was OK to park there. Sure, no problem. They started giggling, probably at my strange appearance and lack of Spanish. I gave the girls beads. That confused them for a while. But while I was cooking dinner they all came to visit and chat. One of them spoke English slightly better than I speak Spanish. It was tippling down with rain, they didn't seem to mind. Of course, rain here is not unpleasant as it generally is in Europe. It's a welcome relief to the preceding heat of the day. I showed them what I was cooking for dinner. It's not Mexican they said. No I said.

I noticed the combination of the rain and the evening light made my windscreen crack more visible.

As you can see it's not yet a problem. Of course, over here that's the passenger side.

Best regards

David Barker

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