Where did that peloton come from
Yesterday when we sent out our blog, Fred click the wrong box on the website and we think that notifications for folks that have an auto subscription and are sent an e-mail, didn’t go out. So you might want to go back and read about our last day in San Miguel if you have not already done so.
We were picked up at 9:00am by a young man who works for Alfredo who originally picked us up two weeks ago. Manuel wanted to practice his English as he headed down the road to the airport at Leon and he kept asking us all kinds of questions to stimulate conversation. Of course Fred tried, as best he could, to clarify with his limited Spanish.
The drive to Leon is around 1½ hrs and we were told to get to the airport 1½ hrs before our flight. 45 minutes into the drive we ran into a large procession (peloton wanbe – peloton from the French originally meaning a platoon or main group or pack of riders in a bicycle race) of local folks struggling at 7-8,000ft+ going up and down the hills outside of SM, to take the Virgin Mary somewhere. In Canada or the states these guys would be all decked out in fancy and expensive road-racing clothes peddling new road bikes. These guys were a motley crew in beat up old bikes and work clothes. Good for them for doing this however, they had completely blocked our side of the road and we could not pass as there was a very long line of cars slowly following them. Our driver made valiant attempts to get to the head of the line although we tried to assure him we’d rather miss our flight than be in an accident. After more then 45 minutes, the bikes pulled over in a small town and we continued on our way to the airport.
We caught our flight (very small plane) which took us to the main airport in Mexico City where we were to catch our connecting flight to Huatulco. Our gate housed many, many flights leaving one right after another with crowds of people all milling about listening to the almost incomprehensible echoing announcements in both Spanish and English bouncing off the cathedral size walls and ceiling. We made a flight and arrived shortly in the tiny airport that serves both Huatulco and Puerto Escondido.
More tomorrow about our new home.