Due to November 20th being Mexican Independence Day, Tapachula’s central district (largely one way streets) was blocked for a large parade. Everyone was helpful and answered our questions. But one old
geezer seeing confused tourists tied up in grid lock took charge and cleared up traffic so that we could go around town. It is nice that someone looked at the big picture and figured out what was needed.
The border crossing was an intense, confused, bureaucratic cacophony of sounds, sights & human tribulation. The most obnoxious was the evangelical barking with a megaphone. I flipped him! There was a passed out drunkard sleeping in the street across from him. Guides swarmed all over to help across the bizarre process – actually we had two who effectively helped us through the madness. I salute the patience of all involved.
We then drove up into the tropical mountain highlands. Our highest point was just shy of 10,000’ . We
Land slides closed ½ of the 4 lane highway at numerous high points: The nonchalant response to our questions about the cause was that “It is always like this, just drive around the
The Fidelfia Coffee Resort & Spa is a fabulous & beautiful former coffee plantation. The food was delicious. This will be a lovely base for the family’s Maya Adventure.
Sadly, The Duck flies north tomorrow after his intense adventure. On to the next compadres.
Notes:
The left driver’s signal could mean that turning left, it is safe to pass or my horn doesn’t work. The right signal often means that I am turning left or right.
The Guatemalan’s have outdone the Mexicans on poor road signage—they don’t even pretend to provide much. Fortunately, the residents step in to cover the gaps in navigation aids like road names, correlation of numbering systems, etc.
The rural areas we saw are very primitive.
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