Apparently, it was just by dumb luck we caught the right buses to Migracion, etc., yesterday. Today, I caught nothing but wrong buses, but eventually I got where I wanted to go.
Went through the check-out process by myself while Roy worked on the boat. On my way to the Migracion office, I thought I'd gone too far, so I got off the bus and began walking back. Fortunately, I soon realized I was going in the wrong direction, so I turned around. Just about then, I saw the most astonishing sight of my entire life. A middle-aged, overweight, unattractive Mexican woman walked across the sidewalk a few feet in front of me--STARK NAKED! She wasn't even wearing shoes. Absolutely nothing. And she wasn't trying to cover herself with her hands or to scurry to a hiding place. She just strolled across the sidewalk to a public phone and began dialing a number, standing there in all her glory in broad daylight. I hope the person she phoned hurried down with some clothes.
Also saw an accident this morning. We'd been marveling that there weren't 1000 accidents an hour, as wild as they drive down here, but we hadn't seen any until this one. Two guys were lying in the middle of the street next to a motorcycle, and a dented car was nearby, so I assumed the car had hit the motorcycle on which the two guys had been riding.
After making the check-out rounds, I went to a copy place and waited impatiently for an hour while two girls ran off ten copies of the log. Bought ten manila envelopes and returned to the boat.
Roy collated the pages while I addressed the envelopes and grabbed a bite to eat. Took them down to the post office and were stunned to find out it cost 120 new pesos to mail the ten logs. That's $40 U.S.! We won't be mailing any more until we reach Florida.
The speedometer had been acting up, so Roy had removed the cable. After eating some ice cream to remove the taste of the envelopes' glue, we set out walking to find a new speedometer cable. Rotsa ruck. We walked for miles and asked at a dozen places. It was 5 o'clock by the time we found a shop that had speedometer cables. They had to splice two together to make one the right length. (Fortunately, the woman spoke fluent English, which helped tremendously.) They had other work ahead of ours, so we were told to return at six.
Walked around a while. Passed a bank where hundreds of people were standing in line on the sidewalk. They were still there an hour later. We kept wondering what was going on, but never did find out.
Returned to the shop at 5:35. At 6:45, we were told, "Five more minutes." At 7:10, they finally brought out the new cable. It was too long, so they took it back and snipped off a little bit. Still too long, so they snipped again.
We finally got out of there about 7:30. It was nearly 8 when we reached the boat. Earlier, Roy had invited Henry to go with us to see the high divers this evening. We had planned on attending the 7:30 show. Ha. So we set out for the 9:30 show. Took the bus to Iglesias and walked the rest of the way. As usual, we walked a lot faster than the jammed-up cars and taxis. To our amazement, we got there in time for the 8:30 show! After it, we stayed for the 9:30. Roy went down to the lowest balcony, but Henry and I stayed up high. We all had excellent viewing positions.
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