Just some things I'll never know

I don't really have a topic to write about, we've just been living life. But here are a few little tidbits from the last few days.

On Saturday we went to Cancun to run a few errands. We decided to call Luis, our taxi driver, at the last minute to see if he could pick us up at the ferry. With just 10 minutes notice, Luis wasn't there when we got out to the street. Miguel said something, handed me his newspaper and walked across the street, where he proceeded to push a car, singlehandedly, down the road. Several times the car just came to an abrupt jerking stop, and the driver asked Miguel to push again. As Miguel kept on pushing, out of breath and running out of strength, Luis showed up, and he grinned watching his customer hard at work. Luis and I hopped in the taxi, and when I looked back, someone else was lending a hand pushing the car. The next time I looked back, Miguel was huffing and puffing his way back across the street, and the car was nowhere in sight. It was one of those times that I'll never know the outcome, because it was 'guy' time to talk about strength, muscles, etc, and nobody was listening to me. All I wanted to know was what happened...why did the guy need a push, and where did he go and how did the car suddenly just drive off? I'll never know...

Our first stop was the bank, where Miguel had some business to conduct. We were in and out so fast that Luis was still cleaning out his car when we came back. As we backed out of the parking space, over the sidewalk and to the street, there was a loud bang and we stopped dead. We looked behind us - nothing. We looked around us - nothing. It seemed like we had driven over a curb or something, but undaunted, Luis just hit the gas and we continued backing up. After we got sorted out on the street, we saw what had happened. A cement top over a hole in the sidewalk had given way leaving a large hole. We were lucky a tire hadn't gone all the way down or we'd have been lifting the car out. A missed opportunity for the guys to show off their strength and then boast about it in the car. Luis seemed unperturbed and didn't even stop to check under the car. Maybe he peeked at our next stop when we weren't looking. I'll never know...

As we drove to our next stop, we entered one of the round-abouts at the same time as a bus from the left side of the car. I held my breath as the bus came within a whisker of Luis' door and then they both took the curve and found their own lane. Luis was chatting with Miguel and never even paused. It takes guts to be a taxi driver in Cancun. Actually, it sort of takes guts to be a passenger.

On Sunday we took a tour on the golf cart and headed down Sac Bajo. Just at the section that curves steeply to the right, with a dip that always makes me lean to the left, we came across a moped that was stopped in the middle of the road. There were two men squatting over the road poking at something. As we drove past we saw that there was a hole the size of a fist right through the blacktop, and it looked hollow underneath. I wonder if that part of the road will be put on a list for repair fairly soon before someone falls through. I'll never know...

On the way back from the end of Sac Bajo, we were being tailed by a golf cart full of beer-drinking tourists, and they were laughing and weaving with two mopeds alongside. Miguel pulled over to let them all pass us, and as they did, one of the guys on one of the mopeds pulled abreast of the golf cart and threw a shoe at the driver. The shoe fell to the road and they all continued on their way, driving very recklessly. I pondered - was the driver too cool to stop and go back for the shoe? Did the shoe belong to the driver of the moped? How could someone just give up a shoe like that? (I'm sure the drinking played a part). As we started driving again, we were passed by a police car, and I was hoping they would do something to stop the drinking and careless driving we were witnessing.

As we reached Playa Lancheros we saw that the police had pulled both mopeds over and were talking to the drivers. I noted that everyone had two shoes. Just a bit up the road the golf cart was pulled over, waiting for their buddies. Everyone on the golf cart had two shoes too. Maybe they stole the shoe from someone else? Just another thing I'll never know...