Cats and Donkeys, Port and Tellenovellas

Trip Start May 25, 2013
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Trip End Jul 25, 2013


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Where I stayed
Hotel des Parques
What I did
Plaza 18 de October

Flag of Mexico  , Veracruz-Llave,
Monday, May 27, 2013

Paulīs version: Got a bus from Veracruz to a small fishing port on the Gulf of Mexico, Alvarado.  We headed for the port, climbing the hill towards the Ocean in heat and humidity approaching 90 (in all units).  No matter how far up the hill we climbed we found no Ocean up there.  Something seemed wrong so we stopped a man on a tricycle with a big white cooler and asked him where the water was, he had no water but did sell us four ice popsicles for 25 cents each.  They were delicious.  Someone suggested going down hill and we found the port attached to a big fish market with dozens of shrimp boats lined up at the dock and hundreds of well fed cats sleeping around the wharf.  We checked into the only obvious Hotel in town by the Plaza, which was called Plaza 18 de October (after Veracruz this no longer seemed weird), a beautiful and entirely color co-ordinated plaza with an impressive the old church and town hall and bandstand in the middle.  At dusk Robyn and I climbed up the hill into some obviously less prosperous neighborhoods, no one was on the streets and we were not noticed at first, then a grey figure appeared in the doorway of a small house, the figure had a long face and flaring nostrils, also four legs and a tail.  A man shouted at his donkey to get back in the house.  We walked back to town and I spent the night eating shrimp and watching the cats sleep.

Robyn versionīs: Alvarado is not on the gringo trail and therefore lots of amazed looks followed our very sweaty progress through the streets of Alvarado to the port.  Paul exits buses at the speed of knots and heads blindly away from anybody who might attempt to speak to him.  Later we realize there are no touts *people who try to lead you anything you might possibly want in the hope that they will make a few cents.  I personally miss touts who have lead me on many adventures thru out my travels and many great hostels.  We walked past the port which is purposely half underwater so the boats can pull up and unload the fish.  We didn,t see a lot of fish but huge numbers of very satisfied cats lounged around the closed dock.  Boats appeared to be from numerous countries and the busiest place in town with a line out the door was the money exchange.  I am embaressed ed ad to say I did not recognize even one of the currencies names, but writing this in June I now know Quetzal  *Guat). We headed up the strand like path beside the estuary, a woman pursued us trying to convince us to go another way, but of course I looked at Tiana who after 4 years of Spanish had no idea what she said.  We followed Paul who had skirted around her like she had the plague.  We are probably now being edited out of the tv novella *mexican soap opera = that was being filmed along the seashore of a cute little Mexican port.  
                                                                                                     
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