Into the land of the Mayans
Trip Start Jun 16, 2006
15Trip End Sep 05, 2006
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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
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.