La Cruz de Huanacaxtle wasn’t all dodging sniper fire while weaving boats through water spouts and random floating construction equipment though. I, as always, managed to find a few quiet moments to relax an enjoy myself. The particular method of relaxation will have my old high school friends cringing and begging that I not name them here as the people I originally learned this game from.
All I have to say is, it was like riding a bike man. You never really forget.
Also, hanging out with cruisers means cruiser parties! This is when sailors get together to hang out eat, exchange information, tell sea stories and basically have fun. Sometimes events are held to prove ones prowess over one’s fellow sailors. Here is what a typical event looks like
It bears mentioning that both of these ladies were stone cold sober and not under any form of duress when they signed up for this contest. I believe the prize under contention was a free t-shirt. There is an important marketing lesson in here somewhere I’m sure…
I also found a new contender for “best language ever” in Mexico. No, not Spanish…Gaelic!
Finally, and probably most importantly, I found a Mexican car horn! As you long term followers of the blog know, Tiffany and I have been searching for a musical car horn since we entered Mexico months ago. I had come to suspect that the lyrical car horn had, much like the Mexican chicken bus, faded from existence and only lived on in popular myth. Not so! Though obviously endangered, specimens of the Mexican car horn still roam the land and can be observed by those determined enough to remain persistent in the quest.
– Greg
Video 1: For the record, I was not one of those high school friends.
Video 2: I’ve seen this before. Except I had to pay 15 euros a month for it . . .
Video 3: Gaelic is pretty freakin’ awesome.
Video 4: Re-post. And that’s still not La Bamba.