Over the 7+ years of this blog there have been viewers from 25 or 30 countries but a special shout-out to our first-ever viewers in Ethiopia, in Monday's list. How do you say Hi! in Amharic??
And a rare Friday posting this week because we're moving on before dawn tomorrow morning. It's the end of our first month/first place. It will be 26 hours in transit, walk-bus-flight-flight-bus-bus-collectivo from Playa del Carmen to Puerto Escondido. Caribbean coast to Pacific coast...
We've had everything from record heat to flash flooding, and usually muggy humidity daily. Playa has exploded in size and crowds and is no longer on the list for repeat visits. Still, the ocean has been warm and wavy. And murals everywhere show the exuberance of colours in the country.
The last side trip was an hour north to Puerto Morelos, another former quaint commercial fishing town now more geared up for diving and lavish condos. Arriving in a cramped shared collectivo van, the outer roads are rough and strewn. But the shore has pretty beaches and lots of fishing-for-fun boats. That Leaning Tower of Puerto is a lighthouse bowled over by hurricanes and abandoned.
As back home, there's construction on every street. The difference is that the guys here (and it's ALL guys) use way more muscle than machinery. Well, there is that tortilla conveyor! But most jobs are hammer, shovel, and sweat. Not many safety rules either.
The last of the morning walks still surprise. Walls have been treated to a mural festival, with mythical birds and animals leaping out. And another new real bird sighting: Yucatan Jays looking half bluejay, half blackbird. New memories, new sights, but adios to PDC and hasta luego PE!
And a rare Friday posting this week because we're moving on before dawn tomorrow morning. It's the end of our first month/first place. It will be 26 hours in transit, walk-bus-flight-flight-bus-bus-collectivo from Playa del Carmen to Puerto Escondido. Caribbean coast to Pacific coast...
We've had everything from record heat to flash flooding, and usually muggy humidity daily. Playa has exploded in size and crowds and is no longer on the list for repeat visits. Still, the ocean has been warm and wavy. And murals everywhere show the exuberance of colours in the country.
The last side trip was an hour north to Puerto Morelos, another former quaint commercial fishing town now more geared up for diving and lavish condos. Arriving in a cramped shared collectivo van, the outer roads are rough and strewn. But the shore has pretty beaches and lots of fishing-for-fun boats. That Leaning Tower of Puerto is a lighthouse bowled over by hurricanes and abandoned.
As back home, there's construction on every street. The difference is that the guys here (and it's ALL guys) use way more muscle than machinery. Well, there is that tortilla conveyor! But most jobs are hammer, shovel, and sweat. Not many safety rules either.
The last of the morning walks still surprise. Walls have been treated to a mural festival, with mythical birds and animals leaping out. And another new real bird sighting: Yucatan Jays looking half bluejay, half blackbird. New memories, new sights, but adios to PDC and hasta luego PE!
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