Sunday 18 January 2015

A Need For Speed.

The fair is in town - we can hear it playing rather creepy music on a loop across town as we fall asleep. We have yet to actually visit it but I can't imagine what a fair in this country looks like, or how anyone survives the rides.

I am starting to suspect the locals have a high threshold for danger. A Mexican bus ride, for example, is a cheap alternative to putting your life in a carney's hands. The bus seem to be threadbare and held together with baling wire - yet the drivers seem to enjoy pushing them as fast as they can go along winding roads through the jungle.

On the way to Punta de Mita - our bus driver seriously considered passing on a double yellow line while cresting a blind hill (to pass a large oil/gas tanker). It's almost hilarious if it didn't put everyone in jeopardy.

We traveled to the a couple markets (first a real mexican one, then a gringo trap) today - and again - Mario Andretti was our driver. I'm not entirely certain _why_ they line and sign the road if noone obeys it (at all).

I tried to peek at the speedo as on our way towards La Cruz. I was trying to determine how fast we'd rocket off the road at the next tight corner. The speedometer was registering zero.

I tried to capture it in video (we were going uphill and had slowed down by the time I decided to record it for prosperity):


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