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| Upstairs one bedroom apartment...at a reasonable amount of pesos |
" El autobús no puede parar en Puerto Moreles porque de la lluvia y marea. El agua se pondrá en el maletero."
The bus cannot stop in Puerto Moreles because of the rain and high water. The water will get in the luggage compartment.
It had started raining hard between Tulum and Playa, and the wind and rain just kept coming. Looking out the bus window we saw water standing in many spot along the way. Being familiar with the bus stop in PM, we weren't surprised by this news at all. I think we kinda expected it. We asked for our refund and then sat and waited. Our hopes were that the rain would stop and the water would be able to run off and a later bus could stop there. Each time a bus pulled in, I would ask the driver if they could make the stop in Puerto Moreles and each time the answer was the same. We waited from 1300 to after 1600. We really didn't want to stay in Playa for the night...it just doesn't do anything for us. I talked to a taxi driver about the chances of a taxi getting us to PM. I was thinking if he could just get us to the high water spot where the road leads into PM, we could get a big truck or a policeman to drive us the rest of the way into town and to our final destination. I don't get worked up or go into panic mode often or easily, but I was really ready for something to go down. And I have to admit, Terry wasn't helping me on this one. He was silently thinking of something else...with all due respect, he had learned that his cousin was in the hospital with vibrio vulnificus contracted while fishing Pringle Lake. It was quite upsetting to hear. So he was left with his own thoughts.
The first taxi driver I spoke with wasn't too interested in taking us, so I waited and strategically looked at each taxi and taxi driver, waiting for the one that looked "just right" to me. Then, I went in for the kill. And I nailed this one. The taxi driver just answered "Si" to each question I had for him, which is common. They will always tell you 'yes'. But, we knew we had to make a run for it if we were going to get to PM at all on Sunday. First of all, I don't think the taxi driver had ever even been to PM. He acted like he didn't even know how to get there. But, both of us felt better when the taxi driver made his first of many signs of the cross as we passed by each alter along the way. Secondly, I used my cell phone and called the place where we are staying and the taxi driver spoke directly to them for alternate directions into PM to avoid the high water at the entrance, and further directions to the place. He stopped at least 4 times once we got into PM by another side entrance to ask for directions and how to avoid the high water over the streets. He was a jewel! He got us here safe and sound and that was when I gave him a big hug, kisses on each cheeks, and a generous tip!
So, here we are in PM enjoying the sun....as we keep up with Tropical Storm Bill as he passed through the Yucatan Coast and is now training right over El Campo and over the Hallettsville ranchito.
Our PM Digs -
We have taken long walks on the beach, spent afternoons sitting on the beach, rode bicycles through town, browsed around, and of course done our fair share of eating and drinking very well.
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| Camarones Ajillo at one of our favorite places |
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| Pescado Achiote |
