Once again we headed out to the Wild Life Refuge, we caught the bus at the “hole in the wall” bus depot and arrived safely at Los Achotes to catch the passajara. We were the first on and before we took off there were 15 passengers and a big stainless steel ice cream jug, crowded to say the least. Passengers kept arriving, first was an older gentleman who offered us “mescal ” we declined, but in my best fractured Spanish I asked if he made it himself and he told me he made it himself in his casa. If the Senor had not been along I might have tried it, well maybe not, many of these old gentlemen make a very fine product. He was headed to the beach at Barre de Potosi to peddle his Mescal. Next was the ice cream man, now this is my very favorite
way to buy ice cream, he has this huge vat on a tricycle with a front rack, parks the tricycle and loads the ice cream vat on the pasajara and has another tricycle at the beach where he peddles his product. His ice cream cones are only 15 pesos, just little over a dollar. His vat is divided into 3 parts, the large part is coconut, the 2 smaller are vanilla and coffee. I have the coffee and the Senor choose to have none. It is great ice cream, look out Ben and Jerry! I think that he may
have miked the cow this morning for the cream.
The Refugio was open and our wonderful guide Miguel showed us around and explained about all the
animal, with such knowledge and enthusiasm that only comes from one who loves his job. So I asked him how he got his job and he explained he came out to visit, and they were looking for help. They asked him if he knew about animals and he told them no, but he was a fast learner. His primary skill was he spoke perfect unaccented english as he grew up in the US, (I’m sure you can fill in the blanks here) and that was the skill they needed most. His love and understanding of the animals was obvious, we learned so much about the local animals from him. Look for lots of pictures at the end of this post.
We made the trip back with no problems, a short siesta, snacks and sandwiches for dinner and then down to the Zocolo for the Sunday night happenings. Lots of children’s performances, we feasted on fried “platanos” ( bananas) drizzled with canned goat milk (shhh, the Senor doesn’t know)!
We came back to the apartment and sitting out on our balcony that we are now sharing with a small green gecko that looks remarkably like the Gecko of T V fame, we can still hear the music acts from the Zocolo. I have never worn even a light sweater in Zihuatanejo, and dream of becoming financially solvent enough to no longer have to work so we could do a whole winter here.