Into the land of the Mayans

Trip Start Jun 16, 2006
Trip End Sep 05, 2006

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

We finished the first job on Friday night at 8PM. We got all dressed up and went into Tuxpan on the bus. It was like getting a massage on the bus. No shocks at all, the seats were coming off of the floorboards and I could see the road going by underneath my feet, but hey, it got me into town didnīt it? We drank alot of Tequila and Cervesa. Iīll leave it at that. This morning I woke up with a BUMPING headache and had to get on a plane to Villahermosa where I would wait for the surveyors to arrive by car. Basically Itīs a day off to travel and prepare for the next job. I arrived in the city at 1:00 and took a Taxi into town. Mexico was playing Argentina in the last game of World Cup soccer when I arrived. I bought myself a Mexican soccer jersey (the one I got screwed on the price of) and walked around the town. The moon landing in 1969 is the only thing I can compare World cup Soccer to make people in America understand how many people were watching this game. It wasnīt even a very important game, just the last one for this tournament and Mexico had no chance of winning the cup. EVEY person in every store was watching the TV. Televisions were placed on street corners, propped up in peoples cars running off of their batteries, these guys worked REALLY HARD to get see the game on TV. Do you see the irony? I was walking in the street when Mexico scored itīs only goal, it sounded like the entire country won the lottery at the exact same time, people were hugging, kissing, dancing, singing Ole, Ole Ole Ole and stuff like that. I was in a restaraunt having lunch when Argintina scored their second goal to go ahead in the last five minutes, I didnīt even have to ask what happened, I could tell by the looks on peoples faces. America does not have anything that binds our country the way World Cup soccer brings the Mexican nation. Iīm sure itīs the same all over the world.
Tomorrow we will go to Yucatan to meet the boat and prepare for the second job.
Iīm having a little bit of culture shock and Iīm tired of speaking Spanglish already. I want to express my Ideas completely, not using my crappy, limited, Spanish vocabulary. Writing this entry is helping.

I Had a little problem meeting up with the survey party at the end of the day. I was suppost to go back to the airport at 6:30 to meet them but I found out that there are airport taxis and there are local taxis, local taxis are everywhere but airport taxis only leave from certin taxi stations that I was no where near and it was getting dark. I tried the Mexican telephone system, I'm never doing that again. They all run off of calling cards but there are about four steps to go through to make a call and the directions are only in spanish, spoken very fast. so I had to guess what they wanted me to do. In the answer..... what to all these beeps mean somtimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, nobody is answering, that's the main point. I got so worried that I used my cell phone to call them, I got through and they met me downtown but I don't even want to think about how much that 3 minute call is going to cost me.
So off we go to Merida. About an hour into our journey we passed a car going the opposite directioin, the driver lowered his beams for the passing car, when the car went past he flicked on his high beams again to reveal a guy on a bike in the MIDDLE of the road. **I have been in my share of accidents, and I know when there is not enough time to stop a car before you hit something** We didn't have time to stop and there was another car coming in the other direction, we were going 100KPH (about 55MPH) and we were going to kill this guy. I can't remember if I screamed profanities in spanish or english or both, but the guy swerved away from the car just enough to be hit by our right fender and faltten the collapsable mirror on the passengers side. I was in the passengers seat so I rolled my window down as we came to a stop. as the biker came up to us, I could smell the alchahol on his breath from a mile away.
"You hit me man." he said in slurred spanish that I couldn't understand.
"are you ok?" asked the driver?
"you hit me man" he said again.
"do you have any damage?" said the driver in more clear spanish.
"you hit me man" he said pointing to his shoulder and side of his back.
"will you be alright?" said the driver.
"Ya", "OK", "ok", "adios", "adios"........ I coulldn't believe what I was hearing. Both the driver and the biker were really calm considering that this guy was six inches from being a spot on the road. The driver offered no words of advice, didn't tell the biker to buy a light or ride on the side of the road. He just continued to drive like he had almost killed a dog or something. After I checked my pants I asked him why he didn't tell the guy to have a light. The driver said that the guy was so drunk he probably would think it was a very real dream. besides, the guy knew that we hit him, we didn't need to add insult to injury..Literally. This is an example of the Mexican way of life, in america people would have been arguing immediately over who was responsible and who was to blame, trading lawer information and the like. These guys asked if each other were ok and continued with life. simply an accident in the most literal form of the word.
I will never forget that.
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