Mosquitos, Floods and More

Trip Start Sep 07, 2011
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Trip End Dec 22, 2011


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Flag of Mexico  , Yucatan Peninsula,
Sunday, September 25, 2011

Kayaking has been postponed until tomorrow due to some rain this morning that has since cleared out.   Maybe the rain has cleared out but flooded streets in worse shape than when I got here have washed in.   The locals say the streets need several rainless days for proper drainage back to their normal sleepy sand status.  

I'd like to suggest to the city fathers that sidewalks might be a nice addition to their rustic cityscape.   That way we can easily maneuver from place to place without our flipflops bogging down in quicksand.   And add to that the flip flop motion of walking sends sand and water all over everyone's backsides and legs that dries into a chalky dust.  Proper form and technique only gained by trial and error are essential for safe passage through one of these urban rivers. 

Of course I have paved the way for all of you to now be armed with the proper knowledge should you come across such an inconvenient street.   This field tested motion is a slow shuffle without leaving the ground that keeps the flip flip from sticking or sending up a large splash of mess.  I don't have the patent on this walk though...I learned it from observing the Atlanta Shuffle displayed by slow moving rampers at the Atlanta airport.   See, this goes to show that we all can learn valuable tools in any environment, even Concourse D of an airport.  I think this is what they mean by passing it on.

With kayaking all crapped out, this morning was calling for some sort of time killing filler, and renting a decrepit bike fit the bill.   Tires low on air, a rusted chain, a handle bar that moved 20 degrees before the rest of the bike and a lopsided saddle make the perfect combination for an hour of peddling through the floods and along the sand.  I compare it to putting the gym's exercise bike on the hardest setting and letting go in a sauna.    

I don't know which was worse upon arrival at the inlet marking the end of the island...my oil slick of sweat, 100% DEET bugspray, and sunscreen, the mosquitos that seem to feed on this toxic cocktail, or knowing I had to ride that piece of crap back.  If I didn't even want to be around myself, how the hell can 25 mosquitos want to land on me at the same time?  20 seconds off the bike were aabout all I could handle, just long enough to take a pic of the inlet, look at some flamingos offshore and take on a few souvenir mozzie bites  (That's what our Aussie friends call them).  I hopped back on the rustbucket and peddled back along the water and then through the pools, and despite the conditions saw a part of the island that is unspoiled, wild and scenic.  

Think about this. I am on an island few have heard of or visit, and I found a spot on this island where these few even venture. That is my kind of place.  



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