We slept in a bit, and then Ian came over and gave us a ride to Bodega, a kind of Walmart, in San Andres Tuxtla. It is kind of a warehouse atmosphere, not like a regular Walmart, but with Walmart products. One amusing incident had Marianne asking, in Spanish, where the Pepto-Bismal was. He took her firmly by the elbow and guided her to the pharmacy, while Richard trailed behind, amused. We stocked up, and Ian dropped us off at our casita.
Richard went for a long walk through the city, walking to the other end of downtown, including the ADO bus station and the place where the "piratas" leave from. The piratas are pickup trucks used as buses in the rural areas. There are piratas going to La Barra, on the gulf of Mexico, but only two a day, so a bit inconvenient to get there. One leaves Catemaco at 12:30, we will aim for that one.
On Richard's walk, he took our radio to a radio repair shop. They said that they could special order a replacement antenna, or just install a screw at the end of the antenna. The technician said that he would starve if he went tothe USA, as Americans don't fix things, they just throw them away. Richard did not argue with him, ended up paying $1 for the screw, and was happy to have the antenna functional, after it being broken for several years. Always happy to learn a new trick.
We walked with our neighbors, Cliff and Monique, from Ottawa Canada. We strolled down on the Malecon, ostensibly to show them the restaurant, and ended up eating with them at La Ola, a restaurant owned by Gaby's family. A good meal in an almost empty restaurant.
Richard called his buddy Mike on Skype. Mike was favorably impressed with the audio quality, which is saying a lot, since he used to work for Bell Labs.
We had two large spiders in the bathroom. One was a tarantula, perhaps the largest spider that we had ever seen inside. Richard removed them from our casita. Even paradise has arachnids; Marianne hates them, but Richard is willing to deal with them.
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