MAZATLAN, SINALOA
Rusty is all cleaned up, shop vac- ed, water bottles filled and re-packed. We have a days drive ahead to reach Mazatlan. Some say 8 hours, we book it through, no traffic, great high-way conditions and reach our destination in 5.5 hours.
photography by gisela marin
We drove headlong right into the madness of a huge street party. Clowns, break dancers, people, music blaring, food and lights all amongst willy nilly traffic and horns honking. A bit much really. I flagged a taxi through the driver side window and Gisela jumped out and asked him to drive her to the Mellville Suites in old town, where we planned to stay....I followed with Rusty.
We parked, took our bags to our room and headed out to find dinner at the plaza. We settled with Pedro & Lola's and sat down to some Chardonnay, tuna tacos and a salad.
To our surprise the waiter tuned in on 3 of us being Canadian and blew our minds when he said he knew Gene Grooms from Salt Spring Island! And that he went there to try the 'brownies' hahahaha.
photographs by gisela marin
Next big planet small world event was the elderly sax player, Jock, who came to speak with us and said he lives in 3 places...New York city, Mazatlan, and yes you guessed it, Salt Spring Island! He moors his sail boat in Ganges Harbor at the government dock all year. He then played us some songs...beautiful songs. Even Jock teared up when he played our request, "My Funny Valentine".
We feel happy, relaxed and expansive as we chill in the south's December summer night.
video by gisela marin