Sail in was
rather uneventful. There were local dancers entertaining us on the pier as the
ship came in. this was around noon. The temperature was certainly warm, humid
but not as bad as last port, but still not fun for exertion.
Today’s tour
Started around
noon when we joined a somewhat rickety motor coach. However, we could have had
an open window school bus with metal seats so it’s all relative. It did have
airconditioning that was acceptable. There was a modest amount of padding left
on the seats still. And since the bus was not crowded, we had plenty of room to
spread out.
I like to
take photos through the window as we go along. One photo was a lady carrying a
burden on her head. You could see the burden and the skirt, but no torso. Why?
Because I think, while they did wash the windows, they did it with dirty water
and the streaks covered up many areas.
A day to
remember
The tour
guide spoke good enough English (he had lived in the states for a while), but
the day clearly got ahead of his limited tour guide skills. He said they
changed the busses on him at the last minute and the microphone never worked
properly. All we heard for the first few hours was “uno uno uno…” Eventually he
gave up. It might have worked if he didn’t choke the mike when it did work,
that is, hold it a little away from your mouth instead of eating it while you
spoke which just sounded like muffled speech to us.
Firststop
Was to be a
demonstration of some crafts and tour a museum. From this point and the rest of
the day we were pretty much on our own. There was no coordination. He seemed
not to know what we were supposed to do or when. So eventually we joined the
other bus group, walked along the cobblestone streets (still a challenge after
all these years) went to the chocolate making factory where we had been assured
we would be enchanted by the demonstration (she only roasted coffee beans in a
skillet and passed some around to taste) and get to drink some great chocolate.
None of this happened.
Eventually
we rejoined our original group who were all grumbling by this time. Ed said if
he could find a taxi, he would have gone back to the ship.
Back on the
road
Did I
mention that the driver thought he was in the Indianapolis 500? Along these
narrow streets and dogging equally insane tuk tuk drivers who were determined
to mow down pedestrians. One of the passengers asked if there was a speed limit
and the tour guide seemed not to understand at first. Finally said 90 KM. this
driver clearly hadn’t gotten the message. And given the dodgie mechanical
status of many of these vehicles in some countries, not very reassuring.
Climbing
5000 ft.
This really
was a beautiful drive through gorgeous countryside which eventually had coffee
plantations everywhere. Along the way were 3 volcanos in the distance. There was
a viewing pad right near the road where we could have gotten off and taken some
good photos. As it was we were confined to the cabin and pics through the
smeared window.
Ultimately
we were in this delightful little town high in the mountains called Atasco. The
weather was wonderful and with a slight breeze. All along the way we saw school
kids in their uniforms, all so cute and delightful.
Arabica
coffee
We were told
to sit down and it would be brought to us. After at least 20 min two tiny cups with about ¼ c of coffee
arrived and Ed declared it better than he thought but he wasn’t interested in
buying any and taking it home.
On our own
Again. We
saw others advancing down the street. We are the only bus in town by this
time.Someone said the group was headed to the cemetery: we never found it but
along the way we saw small shops with lots of local crafts. There was a delightful
plaza with lots of trees and an enormous fountain. A lovely spot just to sit
and breathe the air.
We saw a
church in the distance and were trying to decide if we dare go see it since,
again, no tour guide and no instructions. Someone said he was getting a beer.
Another
couple wanted to see the church too so I said to the wife: if 4 of us don’t
show up on the bus, they’ll have to wait for us. So off we went to explore this
lovely little church. Again it took me by surprise to find that they were having
the 40 hrs adoration (does all of Central American do this at the same time?)
so we took some no-flash pics and left. At this point one of the ship’s staff
who was also on the bus tour said the group was headed to a weaver’s place 2
blocks straight down from the street in front of the church. So off we whisked,
mastering the cobblestones, and found something we thought might be it. Lots of
lovely things in side but the looms were still as the workers weren’t around.
So we never saw any of this.
We wandered
down the street looking at other vendor’s wares and saw a pretty church in the
distance. If we had known our time line, we would have hiked up to it to
explore but I satisfied myself with a photo from the distance. We found a fruit
and vegetable market and the wares looked fresh, healthy (they do not use
fertilizer we were told) and with lots of smiling faces.
And back to
ship
Pretty soon
we noticed other Americano looking folks headed back toward the weaver’s shop
and we heard the bus was to meet us there. After a while this was true. Along the
journey back down the mountain, (I dared not look ahead with speedy Gonzales at
the wheel). Again gorgeous lush vegetation all around and varying kinds of
habitations along the way. School kids coming home in their uniforms
everywhere.
Before I
forget: there was a delay in leaving the town as someone said one person was
missing from the bus. The tour guide never took a count and so he went on a
wild goose chase. The woman had changed her seat to the back of the bus from
the front. A simple head count, de riguer for all tour guides we’ve known,
would have quickly cleared this up.
Along the
way we were given some water (some didn’t
trust it) and a bag of Japanese style peanuts, whatever that means. I liked
them but they had a harder crust than I was used to.
Late back to
ship
But ship had
a late departure and our group was not the only latecomer. I had heard there
was a Mexican buffet as it is cinco de mayo, in the dining room so that’s where
we went. It turns out it was up in the top buffet. However, Sunday is the big
Mexican buffet as La Paz is our next and last port.
Motorcity
This was
tonight’s production show. We had seen it before but our memories aren’t what
they used to be and we enjoyed it just as much this time.
Yeah:
tomorrow is a sea day. But now I realize it is less than 7 days before this
remarkable journey ends and we go back to real life.