Monday, January 31, 2011
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So we barely arrived safely in Oaxaca due to crazy drivers in mountain passes almost running us off the road. After getting lost several times in Mexico City, we finally made it from Guadalajara to Oaxaca in about 15 hours. According to Mexico road service site this is only supposed to take 10 hours. We call a Mr. Bojangles on that! 1000 pesos later for tolls on roads, we arrived in Oaxaca. We had arranged a free room for about a week through a site called couchsurfing where international people host other international people. When we arrived to Oaxaca, We did what we do best...get lost...but then find ourselves again. We were in Oaxaca without a clue as to where to go. However, our Mexican guardian angel Tania ( a college student in Oaxaca) rode with us in our car to put us on the right path to find our hosts house.
Since that time we have gone fly fishing in the sierra norte mountains on a river called Rio Grande and a lake called lago encantada (enchanted lake). As well as some of the Mesoamericas early villages in Mitla and Yagula.
Sorry dedicated readers, but internet here is less than adequate so you will have to wait for more pictures and videos later.
Since that time we have gone fly fishing in the sierra norte mountains on a river called Rio Grande and a lake called lago encantada (enchanted lake). As well as some of the Mesoamericas early villages in Mitla and Yagula.
Sorry dedicated readers, but internet here is less than adequate so you will have to wait for more pictures and videos later.
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Thank you to Leslie and Jeff for putting up with our shanannigans for two weeks. We will miss you. They were fantastic hosts and we definitely were pointed in the right direction as far as food, sights, and night clubs! Guadalajara is a city of approximately 6 million people I have been told and we would need another year to experience all of it. It´s been great, but now, off to Oaxaca!
Covert picture taken from the register at Wal Mart. They mean business.
The pictures say enough I think. Except for the fact that their zamboney is a four wheeler pulling a grader around the ice. Gotta love Mexico.
We just bought a chevy chevy race car that will blast us off to the next city at a maximum whopping 80 mph. Next, we are off to Oaxaca where there is supposed to be an abundance of outdoor activities such as backpacking, hiking, fly fishing and more!
What we thought would be a couple days in Guadalajara has turned out to be a 2 week excursion. For the last week we have looked at many cars and finally bought a Chevy Chevy. This car is obviously only made in Mexico. It has four doors and a hatchback, so basically it is a station wagon. Along the frustrating path to finding a car and legalizing it in mexico, we have discovered a few things:
1)Don´t ever get a mexican bank account. If you put too much money in an account they charge you for the priveledge of placing your money there. Up to 10% per withdrawl.
2)You will not be able to withdraw large amounts of money from a mexican bank (I am talking in the thousands of dollars or tens of thousands of pesos unless you have an account with the bank. On top of this they will charge you a fee for withdrawing so much money.
3)If you are going to buy a car in Mexico, make sure you make the person you are buying the car with go with you to the El Transito (Mexico version of the U.S. DOL) to register your car. The person we bought the car with was a taxi driver so he was very familiar with the process. In Mexico, the original bill of sale is the title for the car. The person selling the car must handwrite on the back and sign that they are handing it over. Then, make a copy from an outside printer around the corner of the building, haha.
He didn´t speak any english but we were able to communicate enough in spanish so that he could translate for us and quickly get us through the process of registering the car. He also has been to the states and believe it or not said that our system of registering a car is faster and more efficient. Overall took us about about 1.5 hours and cost about 1000 pesos for tabs and registration.
4)You will need your passport and valid drivers license and a Mexican address to send mail to. The address is not really important just a formality. The address must be verified by a bill sent to the address in the mail. We used our host´s father´s name on a bill for our residence here. If your thinking…but the the resident´s name does not match Michael´s name so how can that be valid…then you are thinking exactly what I thought. But hey! We are in Mexico and it works so we will follow Mexico rules.
5)Make sure you have a reliable mechanic take a look at the car before a long trip…like the one we will be doing tomorrow…a 12 hour drive to Oaxaca. We had some ignition problems and idle problems. We had the mechanic take a quick look and within a half hour of inspections, tuned the car a Little and we were good to go. We will see how reliable the car is in the future. Despite the fact that the previous owner broke the rear window and bent the right rear axel, we think it will last until we get to Argentina!
6)If you need a car for a trip like ours, bring one from the U.S. Not only are the cars more reliable and better made, but if you need to speak with someone about it, i twill all be in english so you understand everything.
7)Having a car with U.S. plates makes it easier to get tourist insurance for other countries. We spent alot of time trying to find temporary insurance for our mexican plated car. Since it has mexican plates we are somewhat considered residents and they only do 1 year plans for residents typically.
8)If you are male, find a nice female insurance agent and meet with them in person. They right of f the bat will tell you that they don´t think they can swing a deal, but in the end we were able to get a 3 week insurance deal for Mexico on our car. Not too shabby. Thank you insurace lady! We appreciate it. Because we had a domestic car, we had to get domestic insurance. The one we happened to go with was Lloyd Car Insurance which is a U.S. based company with offices in Mexico.
9)There is not one car insurance company who will cover you throughout South America as far as our research tells us. Looks like we will either need to forget insurance in some countries or purchase new insurance in every country we visit…some are required to be purchased at the borders.
So, finally we have a car registered in Michael´s name on it(Derek already has a truck registered in his name somewhere in Mexico being driven around by some Mexicans he does not know) but with Mexican plates. Hopefully this will help us fly under the radar. It is that or the police will think that some gringos just stole some mexican´s car! Wish us luck, prayers are welcome!
What we thought would be a couple days in Guadalajara has turned out to be a 2 week excursion. For the last week we have looked at many cars and finally bought a Chevy Chevy. This car is obviously only made in Mexico. It has four doors and a hatchback, so basically it is a station wagon. Along the frustrating path to finding a car and legalizing it in mexico, we have discovered a few things:
1)Don´t ever get a mexican bank account. If you put too much money in an account they charge you for the priveledge of placing your money there. Up to 10% per withdrawl.
2)You will not be able to withdraw large amounts of money from a mexican bank (I am talking in the thousands of dollars or tens of thousands of pesos unless you have an account with the bank. On top of this they will charge you a fee for withdrawing so much money.
3)If you are going to buy a car in Mexico, make sure you make the person you are buying the car with go with you to the El Transito (Mexico version of the U.S. DOL) to register your car. The person we bought the car with was a taxi driver so he was very familiar with the process. In Mexico, the original bill of sale is the title for the car. The person selling the car must handwrite on the back and sign that they are handing it over. Then, make a copy from an outside printer around the corner of the building, haha.
He didn´t speak any english but we were able to communicate enough in spanish so that he could translate for us and quickly get us through the process of registering the car. He also has been to the states and believe it or not said that our system of registering a car is faster and more efficient. Overall took us about about 1.5 hours and cost about 1000 pesos for tabs and registration.
4)You will need your passport and valid drivers license and a Mexican address to send mail to. The address is not really important just a formality. The address must be verified by a bill sent to the address in the mail. We used our host´s father´s name on a bill for our residence here. If your thinking…but the the resident´s name does not match Michael´s name so how can that be valid…then you are thinking exactly what I thought. But hey! We are in Mexico and it works so we will follow Mexico rules.
5)Make sure you have a reliable mechanic take a look at the car before a long trip…like the one we will be doing tomorrow…a 12 hour drive to Oaxaca. We had some ignition problems and idle problems. We had the mechanic take a quick look and within a half hour of inspections, tuned the car a Little and we were good to go. We will see how reliable the car is in the future. Despite the fact that the previous owner broke the rear window and bent the right rear axel, we think it will last until we get to Argentina!
6)If you need a car for a trip like ours, bring one from the U.S. Not only are the cars more reliable and better made, but if you need to speak with someone about it, i twill all be in english so you understand everything.
7)Having a car with U.S. plates makes it easier to get tourist insurance for other countries. We spent alot of time trying to find temporary insurance for our mexican plated car. Since it has mexican plates we are somewhat considered residents and they only do 1 year plans for residents typically.
8)If you are male, find a nice female insurance agent and meet with them in person. They right of f the bat will tell you that they don´t think they can swing a deal, but in the end we were able to get a 3 week insurance deal for Mexico on our car. Not too shabby. Thank you insurace lady! We appreciate it. Because we had a domestic car, we had to get domestic insurance. The one we happened to go with was Lloyd Car Insurance which is a U.S. based company with offices in Mexico.
9)There is not one car insurance company who will cover you throughout South America as far as our research tells us. Looks like we will either need to forget insurance in some countries or purchase new insurance in every country we visit…some are required to be purchased at the borders.
So, finally we have a car registered in Michael´s name on it(Derek already has a truck registered in his name somewhere in Mexico being driven around by some Mexicans he does not know) but with Mexican plates. Hopefully this will help us fly under the radar. It is that or the police will think that some gringos just stole some mexican´s car! Wish us luck, prayers are welcome!
On Saturday we went to a Chivas soccer match at their new stadium that was built 3 months ago. This is by far the most modern building we have seen in Mexico thus far. The locals here adamantly describe Chivas as the best soccer team in Mexico, and they do have a list of Championship titles to prove it; though it was interesting to find that half of the stadium was empty. However, they were not able to pull out the win and they tied San Luis 1-1. We were expecting more insane spectators but the ones that did show up were causing a raucous in a section away from us. Apparently we were not in on the secret section for the crazy fans or we would have joined them. This section of fans must have a reputation because there were many police officers walking around the stadium in riot gear with heavy duty armor making them look like Robo Cop or Terminators from the future, pretty intimidating looking dudes.
Hey everyone, Michael here. The whole time I have been in Mexico, I have been gorging on delicious tacos at every stand posible. For three weeks I have had no problems with digestión or sickness. However, the other day Derek and I were running around and needed some quick food. Low and behold a McDonalds pops up. I never eat at McDonalds because there are so many other better burger options, but made an exception this day. Then, this morning, one day after digestion, I had to use the restroom 3 times in the morning! That´s right, Montezuma decided to strike his revenge upon me for eating at McDonald´s. So, moral of the story, beware McDonalds in Mexico and eat as many tacos as you can!
I think the most significant note of Guadalajara is that the food is fantastic. Street vendor to street vendor, the fresh tacos are plentiful and delicious. Our hosts here Leslie and Jeff, love Guadalajara’s signature dish…tortas ahoradas. Basically a pork sub sandwich soaked in flavorful chili sauces and if you want a hot sauce you’ll definitely have your sinus’s cleared…good for clearing up that cold! Apparently we will not see this food in any other city in Mexico. They have made this a daily food requirement.
Of particular note are the tacos on the corner next to their house. They make a special kind of taco originating in Mexico City that must have some magical pixie fairies dust that makes you want more and more and more. They make a couple types of tacos: bistec, chorizo, and cow tongue. The taco itself is simple; however they have delicious toppings and sauces that make it an awesome treat. One of the aspects of Mexico that we notice is that a large majority of people own their own little restaurants or taco stands and there is an abundance of food ready to be sold. Seems like these taco stands/restaurants account for half of the employment in Guadalajara, so as long as people keep eating at them, and I see no reason to stop, they will never go unemployed!
Other Taco Stand Food:
Juego Con Carne, basically a delicous thick soup/stew along with other food. All for about 7 USD per person:
Of particular note are the tacos on the corner next to their house. They make a special kind of taco originating in Mexico City that must have some magical pixie fairies dust that makes you want more and more and more. They make a couple types of tacos: bistec, chorizo, and cow tongue. The taco itself is simple; however they have delicious toppings and sauces that make it an awesome treat. One of the aspects of Mexico that we notice is that a large majority of people own their own little restaurants or taco stands and there is an abundance of food ready to be sold. Seems like these taco stands/restaurants account for half of the employment in Guadalajara, so as long as people keep eating at them, and I see no reason to stop, they will never go unemployed!
Other Taco Stand Food:
Juego Con Carne, basically a delicous thick soup/stew along with other food. All for about 7 USD per person:
Instead of a bus ride from Manzanillo to Guadalajara we found ourselves in the back of ford pickup truck headed to Chipala. Our bags made for good seats and it never really got too cold, that is, until the sun went down.
After getting to Chipala, we got dropped off at the bus station headed for Guadalajara, a rather slow, uneventful ride, but it got the job done at least. The day after we traveled on this highway a major gun battle between the government and cartel took place, so I guess the boredom of the ride was better than the alternative.
Otherwise, the past couple days have been checking out various sites of the city. The metropolitan area contains somewhere around 2 million people and the suburbs another 4 million. It seems just about everyone you see around here is between 25 to 35 years old. Maybe it’s something about the age that describes some of the culture. You’re just as likely to see a public bus plastered with playboy bunny stickers to hearing a song by Guns’ and Roses or hear Eidel Veiss on the other. The other night at a night club a live band was playing mainstream American pop hits to pop South American hits, hanging on the wall behind was a 5ftx10ft confederate flag. Of course in the US this symbol is associated with something totally different and is most likely found flying high above a lifted pickup, let alone a nightclub.
On the same note the browning buck mark (symbol for browning firearms) is found on the back of random vehicles. A symbol found more to a confined group of hunters and shooting sports teams; it is interesting to see how they’re used. There more of a decoration than an association to a certain group, club or organization.
Ubiquitous Browning Buckmark
Freightliner with Caterpillar stickers
Walking the streets last night it was hard not to notice that every house was locked up like Ft. Knox. Ten foot tall gates and three doors backed by security systems and just about every house had a dog on top of it.
Jeff said it was customary for almost everyone to have some sort of dog on top of their roof. Given most front entrances are blocked so the roof is the easiest place to break in. Whether a Doberman or a Chihuahua is guarding, as long as their barking, consider yourself "saferer".
After getting to Chipala, we got dropped off at the bus station headed for Guadalajara, a rather slow, uneventful ride, but it got the job done at least. The day after we traveled on this highway a major gun battle between the government and cartel took place, so I guess the boredom of the ride was better than the alternative.
Otherwise, the past couple days have been checking out various sites of the city. The metropolitan area contains somewhere around 2 million people and the suburbs another 4 million. It seems just about everyone you see around here is between 25 to 35 years old. Maybe it’s something about the age that describes some of the culture. You’re just as likely to see a public bus plastered with playboy bunny stickers to hearing a song by Guns’ and Roses or hear Eidel Veiss on the other. The other night at a night club a live band was playing mainstream American pop hits to pop South American hits, hanging on the wall behind was a 5ftx10ft confederate flag. Of course in the US this symbol is associated with something totally different and is most likely found flying high above a lifted pickup, let alone a nightclub.
On the same note the browning buck mark (symbol for browning firearms) is found on the back of random vehicles. A symbol found more to a confined group of hunters and shooting sports teams; it is interesting to see how they’re used. There more of a decoration than an association to a certain group, club or organization.
Ubiquitous Browning Buckmark
Freightliner with Caterpillar stickers
Walking the streets last night it was hard not to notice that every house was locked up like Ft. Knox. Ten foot tall gates and three doors backed by security systems and just about every house had a dog on top of it.
Jeff said it was customary for almost everyone to have some sort of dog on top of their roof. Given most front entrances are blocked so the roof is the easiest place to break in. Whether a Doberman or a Chihuahua is guarding, as long as their barking, consider yourself "saferer".
Friday, January 14, 2011
Just off the beaten path in the great state of Michocan, lies El Faro de Bucerias. A place that once had hundreds if not thousands of tourists each year until recently. The news has described this area as being off limits due to La Familia’s(cartel) presence in the area. The military is everywhere, but then again so are all the little kids running around the street. We found ourselves stopped and searched by one military check point then just around the corner to find a group of 5 year olds waving flags and dangling a rope across the road. I’m not exactly sure exactly why they wanted us to stop, but they accepted our donation to pass.
Quite frankly, we haven’t been anywhere as pristine, secluded(at least with road access) as this place. Snorkeling, fishing, swimming, hiking and virtually nobody around except for a few stray dogs running were about all that was around. We definitely could of stayed there a lot longer than three days; but given the general time constraints we’re under, there sure wasn’t much to complain about. Manana we’ll find ourselves on a bus to Guadalajara in hopes to find a vocho(volkswagon bus/car) for our trip towards Belize. If all goes well, we hope to be in Belize 25th or so of January, making stops in Oaxaca and then north towards the state of Chiapas…
Later in the day we went skim boarding which is like skateboarding on the shallow shore of the ocean. With enough speed you can move with the tide and hit the waves breaking to do a mini surf session. Derek and I had our fare share of spills and got to know some local teenagers who were really good. They would take their boards at full sprint to the large waves and launch themselves 10 feet in the air doing flips and turns, very awesome or chingon in spanish.
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I literally hit the ground running once I stepped onto the tarmac at the Manzanillo Airport (Dec. 18). I just had to get into aduanas(customs) before anyone else because my cousin Jeremy was going to be picking me up. I grabbed my bag, fishing rod and walked outside to find a line of taxis waiting for new arrivals. I was ready to be heckled instantly for a ride, but surely enough nobody bothered which was a nice change compared to Puerto Vallarta three years ago!! I was already in love with Manzanillo!!
So Jeremy was busy and wasn’t able to pick me up, so into a cab I went for quinientos pesos (50USD)!!
The following two weeks were filled with running around Manzanillo helping my cousin Jeremy out. You know standard stuff like driving to and from Guadalajara with 40 dive tanks that needed recertification or working for my dive cert by helping take clients diving whatever the case, busy, busy, busy…
A week or so into the 24/7 madness Jeremy says, “hey, we need to fly to LA and pick up a jet ski, buy a truck and trailer it back to Manzanillo.” To me, the more the merrier so December 23rd we found ourselves dodging mudslides in rainy LA and heading east to Nogales! Just east of Phoenix we had a tire blow out that delayed us just enough to make us drive in the dark.
Matter of fact two Arizona PD pulled us over for no trailer lights, but with the help of a nearby Wal-Mart and my degree in electrical engineering from MIT, two flashlights were purchased along with some adhesive red tape to give the lights a better effect (pictures soon to come).
We made it to the border around 10pm in the midst of the Christmas rush across the border, surprisingly the traffic cleared fast and we made it through the border without any problems, that is until we tried to get our vehicle permit. Any foreign vehicle entering Mexico needs to have, of course, all records accounted for, for entry, along with the purchase of insurance that is unless you’re staying within 600 miles of the border, there is some sort of buffer zone that allows you to drive freely. Once south of the border it is a must to have your permit purchased, for Jeremy’s friend was recently down near Ciudad De Mexico and had his brand new suburban stolen from the police ( so just slightly advantageous to have that taken care of).
The title to the truck (the biggee) was lost, but we had the temporary paperwork to “supplement it”… supposedly we had everything, until we were required to go and speak with aduanas about our missing title. They sure weren’t very helpful when trying to explain our situation, so 6 hours were spent back and forth, from one window to the next trying to figure it out with these guys. Long story short we found ourselves driving back through the gates to the US around three in the morning and staying the night. We went to the nearest DOL the following morning and found it closed, of course it now being Christmas Eve. Instead Jeremy said “screw it, let’s get into Mexico a ways to Hermosillo” There some of his wife’s family lives so acquiring the “necessary” paperwork(fake) would be easy. Around 11 that morning we were 60 miles outside of Hermosillo and Jeremy spotted a little sticker behind the bench seat of the truck. What was it? A temporary title registration (more or less) which would give us the go ahead to get our necessary permits. So we found ourselves driving back to the border to get our necessary paperwork finalized!! The main trip still hadn’t even begun! Essentially after that we hit the road straight for 24 hours singing Christmas songs all the way to Manzanillo…
Since then, the 24/7 lifestyle has kicked back into gear, my dive cert is out of the way and Michael has arrived… We’ve already found ourselves in Colima mixing concrete and slopping down mortar for a new orphanage being built through Hope for the Nations. Thanks to Greg Bird and crew we had the opportunity to volunteer there! Pics coming up for that too… that just a quick intro… love you all!!
So Jeremy was busy and wasn’t able to pick me up, so into a cab I went for quinientos pesos (50USD)!!
The following two weeks were filled with running around Manzanillo helping my cousin Jeremy out. You know standard stuff like driving to and from Guadalajara with 40 dive tanks that needed recertification or working for my dive cert by helping take clients diving whatever the case, busy, busy, busy…
A week or so into the 24/7 madness Jeremy says, “hey, we need to fly to LA and pick up a jet ski, buy a truck and trailer it back to Manzanillo.” To me, the more the merrier so December 23rd we found ourselves dodging mudslides in rainy LA and heading east to Nogales! Just east of Phoenix we had a tire blow out that delayed us just enough to make us drive in the dark.
Matter of fact two Arizona PD pulled us over for no trailer lights, but with the help of a nearby Wal-Mart and my degree in electrical engineering from MIT, two flashlights were purchased along with some adhesive red tape to give the lights a better effect (pictures soon to come).
We made it to the border around 10pm in the midst of the Christmas rush across the border, surprisingly the traffic cleared fast and we made it through the border without any problems, that is until we tried to get our vehicle permit. Any foreign vehicle entering Mexico needs to have, of course, all records accounted for, for entry, along with the purchase of insurance that is unless you’re staying within 600 miles of the border, there is some sort of buffer zone that allows you to drive freely. Once south of the border it is a must to have your permit purchased, for Jeremy’s friend was recently down near Ciudad De Mexico and had his brand new suburban stolen from the police ( so just slightly advantageous to have that taken care of).
The title to the truck (the biggee) was lost, but we had the temporary paperwork to “supplement it”… supposedly we had everything, until we were required to go and speak with aduanas about our missing title. They sure weren’t very helpful when trying to explain our situation, so 6 hours were spent back and forth, from one window to the next trying to figure it out with these guys. Long story short we found ourselves driving back through the gates to the US around three in the morning and staying the night. We went to the nearest DOL the following morning and found it closed, of course it now being Christmas Eve. Instead Jeremy said “screw it, let’s get into Mexico a ways to Hermosillo” There some of his wife’s family lives so acquiring the “necessary” paperwork(fake) would be easy. Around 11 that morning we were 60 miles outside of Hermosillo and Jeremy spotted a little sticker behind the bench seat of the truck. What was it? A temporary title registration (more or less) which would give us the go ahead to get our necessary permits. So we found ourselves driving back to the border to get our necessary paperwork finalized!! The main trip still hadn’t even begun! Essentially after that we hit the road straight for 24 hours singing Christmas songs all the way to Manzanillo…
Since then, the 24/7 lifestyle has kicked back into gear, my dive cert is out of the way and Michael has arrived… We’ve already found ourselves in Colima mixing concrete and slopping down mortar for a new orphanage being built through Hope for the Nations. Thanks to Greg Bird and crew we had the opportunity to volunteer there! Pics coming up for that too… that just a quick intro… love you all!!
After working on the orphanage and returning to Manzanillo, Derek and I went for a cruise on the Party Boat along the coast. Good times! It went down as a normal party boat would with people drinking and dancing and snorkeling at certain locations. The grand finale was a dance off where it came down to Derek and I dancing for the prized first place bottle of taquila. Derek won but it was a close one with loud applause and lots of laughter. Sorry, no pics for this one.
After diving, we headed out to Colima to work on the orphanage. Because we had to drive on an interstate, we were going to take El Vocho! (the VW bug). However, it was involved in an accident, so we ended up high tailing it to Colima which is about 130 Km away on El Moto (the scooter). There is nothing like driving on an interstate with a max speed of 50 mph going down hill (30 mph on the flat, 15 mph uphill) with cars flying by you. Kind of reminds me of riding on a bicycle normally. So we then arrived in Colima and met up with a group of Canadians who are funding the building of the orphanage through a program called Acorn. We were very excited and greatful to meet some amazing people and have the opportunity to help out some orphans! Building the orphanage consisted of some basic medievil techniques such as mixing concrete and mortar in the middle of the street with shovels and then using our crafty skills and constant direction by Luis and Ramon (the local construction amigos) to keep the walls aligned and straight as possible. Laying brick is an art if you don´t know and Luis and Ramon are the maestros of brick laying. We learned alot and were greatful to be able to help out these kids. Thank you to everyone involved! Check out www.Acornhomes.com for more info on how to help orphans in Mexico and possibly other countries.
Derek has been diving in Manzanillo for two weeks straight getting his certification. Michael already has his certification from school so we were good to go. Early the morning of January 5th, we went out to a beach near elephant rock named for its shape (like and elephant). Geronimo, the dive guy said this is his surprise spot because you never know what will appear. On our dive we saw many mean looking eels ready to bite you! There were also many colorful fish and sting rays. We missed the tortuses and huge tuna that are in the area. Apparently they had moved on...bummer! While diving is fun, we also want to have a positive impact on the communites around us. We have been making a lot of connections here in Manzanillo which led us to volunteer at an orphanage in Colima. See the next post for more!
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Hey everyone! If you have a larger message you would like to send or additional recommendations of places we should visit or volunteer at, please post HERE! Thanks. We will also accept the charity of a bed from anyone you may know in any country if they are willing.
I made it to Manzanillo and Derek picked me up at the airport. He also gave me a grand tour riding around on the scooter he has borrowed from his cousin Jeremy. We will be posting some pictures and video soon!
So, Derek has been working a little and playing alot in Manzanillo, Mexico for about two weeks. I, Michael, will be joining him this afternoon to start the adventure! Sitting in the Seattle Airport right now, getting antsy to board the plane.
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