Stuck!

October 23, 2008 - Malinalco, Mexico

This morning we were up at a fairly reasonable time and, after showers and breakfasts, we walked back down to Horatio's bar.  He had promised to lend us the buggy for a few hours if we wanted and we had decided to take him up on the offer.

He handed the keys to Alan then told us about the quirks it has.  Such as not always working.  We shrugged, jumped in and blatted off to get some gas (petrol - to our British viewers).  Alan took us on a tour of the local area, round town, some of his old haunts etc.  He then decided that we should take a trip to the next village over.  On the other side of a mountain.  Great.  I love mountain roads in a fibreglass buggy with no seatbelts.

The road soon gave way to an unpaved dirt track which wound itself slowly upwards.  It was rough.  It shook our damn teeth out.  Eventually the buggy decided enough was enough and conked out.  It didn't surprise me, as I had said "Do you think that rough track will knacker the buggy?".  Still, nobody likes a know-it-all.  Jorge and I managed to push it along a flat-ish bit of mountain and Alan bump started it.  Yay!  We jumped in and drove off.  Then it broke again.  Boo!

After much swearing and heaving we decided that a three point turn and pushing it down the mountain would be easier.  A simple 19 point turn later and we were ready.  Heave!  Off it went with Alan in the drivers seat: but nothing would get it going again.  So we sat there with stupid looks on our faces and waited.  And waited.  Then we decided to keep pushing.  You see, even going down the mountain there were still a number of places where we had to push uphill.  Which is a bugger.

Eventually a car came past and Alan elected to get a lift down to some construction workers who were buy paving the dirt track and beg for help.  We continued to push and heave our way back down, with me driving and Ana and Jorge pushing.  Nobody else fancied the freewheeling down the steep bits :D .

Eventually we ran out of steam and sat on a flat bit to wait.  After a while the ground started rumbling and we looked up to see Alan, with hair flowing behind him, begin to appear on the crest of the next rise.  It quickly became apparent he was hanging off the side of a JCB, along with half the construction force.

They set to work on the buggy and we heaved it a bit further down in anther attempt to bump start it.  When that failed they began to examine the electrics and eventually a cable was discovered to be worn in two where it had been rubbing on the bodywork while we bounced along the dirt track.  This repaired and the buggy burst back into life.  Yay!

I decided to drive back and we enjoyed a more sedate trip back to the bar to return the buggy.  It's surprising how trusting and friendly people can be sometimes.  We thanked Horatio and walked back through the town to Alan's house for a rest and a feed.

Ana stayed in bed while one of Alan's 30 or so cousins came over with a rifle for us to mess around with.  We set up a bunny toy on a bit of wood then started blasting.  When I say rifle, I mean more like a musket.  We had to use the whole rod down the barrel thing to pack in shot and everything.  When I say blasting I mean a comic mix of misfires and sudden deafening shots that left your ears ringing.  Good ass fun until we ran out of detonator caps for it.

At about 9.30pm we got a lift down to the centre of town with Jesus (I kid you not - that's his name) with our bags packed.  We climbed aboard the waiting bus which slowly filled with around 40 teenagers - all looking for a party.  The plan was to drive through the night to Guanajuato where there was a big ass festival.  The trip was loud, noisy, rawcus and smelly.  Jorge, Ana and I sat up the front like disaproving teachers who'd lost our power to hand out detentions.  We got no sleep.  Though we did snigger when one of the guys dislocated his shoulder by pratting about and had to be dropped off at an ambulance station, missing the festival completely.  :D


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