I have been in the habit over the years of posting daily and when I lived in Key West it was easy. I could post daily photos from such a photogenic location and I could spend the time sitting at my silent 911 desk between calls posting those photos. Thus I could share my love of that place every day online. Life in the campground is different.
We had goulash last night. That’s the big news as Layne went to Walmart in Oaxaca with the Germans and the Austrians and Sandro brought back the ingredients for this national dish from Austria-Hungary. Four pounds of meat, four pounds of onions, cook’em down (no braising) add paprika by the wheelbarrow load and eat with pasta or potatoes. It was magnificent.
We gorged, drank red wine and compared life in the US to life in Europe. In the end it’s all really about what you are used to, and what you expect. It’s not easy for Europeans to understand the size and variety in the US until they drive it and inevitably they love the parks and wilderness and vast open public lands even if our way of life escapes them. I like to hear about camping in Europe as it’s been forty five years since I motorcycled Europe with a tent and I plan to take GANNET2 for a tour after South America…
Guatemala’s general strike seems to be heading toward some sort of confrontation as the country runs out of food and fuel and the Supreme Court has told the government to use force to clear the blockades paralyzing the country. As it is we can’t continue south and it’s bumming me out sitting still. So on Sunday we are leaving and getting back on the road.
Layne sharing Mexican touring tips with Austrian Lisa:
Either we go south or we explore some more of Mexico while we wait for Guatemala to sort itself out. The campground is very nice but sitting around chatting reading and eating is not the sort of exploration we had in mind.
Austrian Sandro happy he’s finally fixed the brake caliper on his Eurovan:
There isn’t much to write about and not much to photograph around here. I hope next week one way or another we will be back traveling the way we enjoy with less sitting and more driving.
Ceviche enjoyed by Layne and her women friends in town and it looks pretty good:
I’m reading a book about paddling Alaska, nothing I’d ever want to do myself but the author has a way with words that I find surprisingly enjoyable. She emotes but paddles an inflatable canoe (!) with practical common sense tinged occasionally with fear. She cooks with gourmet pretensions that astonish and for me she doesn’t go too deep into spiritual musings that might make me squirm. She also gets me out of this RV park and for that I am grateful.
We haven’t traveled far enough to recharge our batteries! Movement! Change! Horizons! Discovery!
Next week I fervently hope. Till then I shall twiddle my thumbs.
