Different Day, Same Potholes
We awakened to a beautiful sunrise:
At 7:30, we left for the 8-hour drive across the peninsula to Vicente Guerrero. This stretch of road, with its lack of shoulders and numerous potholes, some deep enough to lose a Volkswagen in, hasn’t gotten any better than when we first drove it going the opposite direction some weeks ago. Several truckloads of Mexican military passed us going south, and when we reached the next military checkpoint, I felt like suggesting to the commander that if each soldier on each truck was to get off once a day and throw a shovelful of dirt into a pothole, the road could be fixed within a week. However, given that they waved us through without the usual search, it was probably fortunate that I didn’t get the opportunity!
We arrived at the RV park in late afternoon, and had a good dinner at the restaurant. I had chosen the “Steak Special”; when it arrived, the “special” thing about it was its size (Ralph, you should have been there). I managed to eat about half of it; as I explained to someone at the table, I find it difficult to completely consume something bigger than my head. The other half of the steak did not go to waste; it was donated to the dogs belonging to some of our table-mates.