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4th of JULY in San Felipe... Part II

More comedy...for a few more moments of your time

By Miguel Mouchess...A_to_B
Published on LatinoLA: July 10, 2004


4th of JULY in San Felipe... Part II


well..well...where did I leave off...let's see:

sandwich-making grandma...problems under the hood...breakfast of champions...scenic route in non-air conditioned vehicle @ 100 degrees ...campechanas..."the hills have eyes 2004"...

ah yes.....Day II ~ July 3rd.

Well...this day started off early for some of us....not by choice, but by default via way of Tio Moncho knocking the door at 8am...talkin' about "tacos, vendo tacos, quien quiere tacos??"...and "vamonos que el dia se va acabar"....little do I come to find out that his two little girls are usually up so early, enough to kick the rooster to his wake up call...

SO in order of stagger...we all got ready....one at a time...we then noticed where our room investment came back to bite us in the ass...It turns out the poorly designed shower had a leak that made its trail out onto the room itself....as if a river stream through the dry marsh...except in this case it poured out onto the foyer....

Isolated incident, right? so we thought....we come to find out that the same problem persist in Tio Moncho's room...there you had his family and "mama elva"...It turns out Mama Elva made her sleeping arrangements on a inflatable mattress on the ground....and the running joke that morning was that if it wasn't for the door being closed, mama elva's mattress would've been swept away down the stream leading from the water....down the hallway...

Soon after we all got up to welcome the rest of our day....we agreed on hitting a taco stand shaped like a boat...we figured this was the best place for "fish tacos"....and once again the food gods were on our sides....this place kicked fish taco ass....It's funny, this place was on the same block the taco stand from the previous night...it made it convenient...Being that the dollar does go far south of the border...I decided to splurge...the one thing you dont want is to find yourself in untimely restroom situations when you have the whole day ahead of you...I threw down for 2 fish tacos and 3 shrimp tacos....not bad for my second day breakfast...

Matter of fact...the whole family decided to splurge on the consumption....knowing the risk...all forgotten once we spotted a pay-for-use restroom that advertised cleanliness...Everyone figured it was a hop and a skip away to the stalls...so the feasting began...Tacos for everyone...except...you guessed it...Tio Moncho....seems he had to come up close to my record setting 10 tacos the night before....so what does he do....he orders himself 3 tacos...and mind you: 7 orders of clams....After about the 4th one, he finally gave in...and began sending them to our table for the curious Ingrid and Miguel...and this was just breakfast....

Immediately following the feast du jour....we all decided to take the much needed walk...we noticed the beach shores were not anywhere near where we last left them the night before...it seems there was a low tide in effect that made the water scale back a few hundred feet....and amazing spin on oceanography...so we went out as far as the water reached and noticed the tide slowly coming inland...The fun walk...turned out to be a hike...when we reached the cliffs nearby...It seems Tio Moncho had found another "Faro" to explore...except this time the walk was up the mountain where it sat atop...and to get there we would have to trek through a rising sun at about 90 degrees...and sandy....

When we finally made the trek most of the way...we reached a high religious monument atop the mountain used for prayer by the locals..the scenes from here were amazing ...Unfortunately for Tio Moncho, it turns out, the Faro was "off limits"...as it had been sealed off....you think this would've warded off Tio Moncho, what with all the barbed wire fence...All a fun, but tiring trek...

The Banana Boat:

As the afternoon eclipsed...Our attention was glued on to this fun-looking ride known as the banana boat...it cost $5/person to ride...and the way it works was: a little boat would tug the banana boat out to sea...It looked harmless....being that we would see people on these boats everywhere....Boy were we wrong....

The hunt for our banana boat was lead by Tio Moncho who wanted to negotiate for less from the $5....imporant lesson to be learned: $5 IS MORE THAN REASONABLE WHEN IT COMES TO SAFETY...

We found a guy who hooked it up for $3..not bad...so we were next in line...we were handed the life jackets...Mama Elva and Ingrid's mom were to stay ashore to take care of our belongings....Lety and little Joanna took seats on the main boat to ride along...

Now the players: Meli and Tio Moncho took seats 1 and 2, respectively...then came David..Ingrid...I followed...Ingrids Dad took the slot next..and Jaime rounded out the full cast...we were ready to go...

except one thing...I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach that you normally get when you are about to do something your body doesnt want to....was it the breakfast of champions...no...was it indigestion from the night before...no...Funny thing is that Ingrid's mom was snapping pictures of us departing...and we all had smiles from ear to ear....

Well...I didn't let it bother me...and needless to say...we went on our "3 hour tour"...literally...

This thing picks up a little speed at a time...and goes out far....try a quarter mile out...not bad if you like the ocean...but I don't....always had the fear of it...and now I know why...as soon as we started to hit the stretch for the straighaway....We noticed an oncoming banana passing us by...as it passed us by at higher speed it sent us a mini mogul wave...our driver pulled the direction....and then it happened....in the middle of nowhere:

you could say "the banana split" the wave....literally...capsized...bodies everywhere...in the middle of the gulf of California...and all there was to hold on to were loose bodies and life jackets....I nearly lost it...had a panic attack...before this: I had my swimming experience unchallenged...I am a good swimmer overall...but one thing is taking a dive in a backyard pool or ymca...and another thing is being dumped into the ocean where it is known to house sea creatures of all kind....and it didn't help to see little Joanna crying continuously up on the boat...on the other hand, we later come to find out...her mom, Lety, took to the camera and started snapping away...i guess in case we didnt make it...to identify the bodies or something....I can't wait to see them....One thing I do remember was the comic relief when I was looking around me and noticed Ingrid's Dad floating back to the boat...with his "San Felipe" hat still in place...

I could not believe what was happening...it seemed like the one fear we all have of the ocean...occurred right then and there...and I had to find a way out of it....finally i listened to my instincts and Jaime and Ingrid helped me get it together....We made it....

Once at shore....I didnt want to even come close to the water....Ingrid's mom took pics of our trip back and said our smiles turned to frowns....

We spent the rest of the day on the beach...and finally headed back to get some dinner...

Being that it was the last night at San Felipe...David and I decided to go light up the sky with fireworks...the real kind....well...we put on a show all right....for about $24 worth...not much for even Mexico..you could say it was a little light flicker when the show was over...

(All this considering the fact that there was only one establishment selling fireworks in the entire city...because of all things..."it is illegal"....Tio Moncho took us on the firework hunt...even trespassing on someone's property/business to ask for directions...funny thing is..the sun was coming down big time when his truck encountered some tread problems...coming close to getting stuck in a ditch....wait...not if Tio Moncho was to have the last wrod/action...he got us out...with a smile...)

Immediately after the lowly firework extravaganza...I hit the pool...and went for a swim...thus came a close to DAY II....and ready for the drive home the next day...Our hours were numbered...

Well not before trying to convince David, Ingrid's brother, that with the $20 I had we could buy about 10 coronas...and hit the strip....After all he is 19...and legal in that part of the world...We even had the master plan for the grand escape....

((TO BE CONTINUED))...Same bat time...same bat channel.....

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