Most of our days here are filled with every day happenings, a little shopping, walking around surveying the local color, going to the beach, visiting with friends, reading watching the news, just every day stuff. The evenings are delightful, the air is warm and just beckons you outside. The shops stay open until 8ish, people begin to congregate in the bars and restaurants as they are all open air, sidewalk type establishments. In the late afternoon I stopped in at restaurant just down the alley from Coconuts to take advantage of their advertised $25 peso mango daiquiri, that’s about 2 bucks American. Not only was it beautiful but very tasty, thick with mangoes, sweet, but I like it sweet and one hell of a bargain.
By 5PM we were at our favorite seats at the Flop House to listen to Allen Alto and soon joined by friends and a large crowd to listen to one of the best guitarist play and sing just about anything and everything. A couple of hours later when his show ended we headed down to the beach to Galeana’s for a bite to eat and to listen to Jimmi Mamou another of our favorite musicians. While we were waiting for our friends to join us I could see some activity down the beach where the canal empties into the bay, so I sent the Senor with the camera and sure enough they had captured a “crocodillo” that had chosen to go for an evening swim in the ocean.
These are just local folks, not professional alligator wrestlers, but they seem to know what to do. I really don’t know what they do with him after they captured him, did he become a pair of boots and a yummy dinner for his captors or was he released in a more appropriate location.
Soon Jimmi’s audience included Allen Alto, Machete Eddie where all took a turn at the mike. Just another marvelous day and night in paradise