Around The World In 80 Waves

I roll into this city about an hour after it has got dark. I had hoped to find somewhere north of here but there simply wasn’t anything so Hobson’s choice meant this town was where I pushed on to.

The flip side of all my car woes is that I have been somewhat pushed into talking Spanish with the locals. I am still offering little more than Gringo Lingo but after driving down south listening to more of my educational CDs I at least have enough words and the confidence to go out into town on my own.

Admittedly I only wander around buying some milk for some breakfast cereal and then go for a pizza with some beer but my tache and tan are now so defined that they are not entirely sure that I am a gringo until I open my mouth.

Opportunities to chivvy a few extra Pesos out of me are still occasionally taken though. I bought a coffee this morning which was quoted as 10 Pesos. When I asked about the coins, first handing a 5 over to see if that was enough, I was told corretly that another was needed so handed a 10 coin. All of a sudden the coffee is 15 pesos, which makes me laugh.