Every now and then I feel guilty that I’m having too much fun, so I look back and realize that it’s not all sunshine and ice cream, sometimes the beer is not cold enough, the pop is warm, and the bar is smoky!
I was driving shortly after arriving here, not always with the fun results I envisioned. There was the time I locked my keys in the van ……again.
We headed to Nuevo Vallarta for the Tuesday market, but first we picked up friends and stopped in Bucerias for breakfast. We had full bellies, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and the A/C in the van was working. We headed to the market, behind the hospital/casino/immigration offices where we had been many times. (Immigration, not the casino) We managed to get there without getting lost, where a huge paved parking lot with numerous vendors greeted us.
I had to lean over and open the back door on the passenger side as the lock didn’t always release. I hit the lock button and jumped out of the van. As my first foot touched the ground I realized the keys were still in the ignition, and the van was running!
After notifying everyone the car was locked and running, they stood there staring at each other as I went in search of a security guard or a taxi driver that would be able to open a locked vehicle. Everyone knows how to do that, right? Especially in Mexico. After fifteen minutes with no luck finding anyone, a guard provided the name of someone in the market that could unlock a vehicle. I just had to track down the guy selling water and vitamins.
I finally found a guy who knew the guy. We trekked around the market but he was not there. Back to the van where we found someone who said he could open it. After twenty minutes, we realized he couldn’t.
It’s amazing how many people will gather around to watch. I noticed the back window in the van was slightly ajar as a hinge was broken. (I later repaired it with duct tape). Someone suggested a kid could get in but it was way too small. Just then, a gringo lady came running up yelling “Oh no, is there a baby locked inside?” That drew quite a crowd.
After being reassured there was no baby inside, some of the crowd dispersed. Another Mexican came by with two, 5-foot pieces of wood molding. He screwed a nail into the two pieces joining them together and then put a screw into the end of the other piece. He slid the “baby” piece of wood thru the open back window all the way to the opposite side door and after a few attempts was able to pop the lock.
Life was good again. We love Mexico.
Turned the van off, gave one guy two hundred pesos, and another one hundred pesos and everyone dispersed. I went and found Velma and friends and we wandered around the market.
Briefly! We did not buy anything. One of us was in a bad mood.
For whatever reason, every time I drove somewhere after that, everyone asked me if I had the keys. I made progress in La Cruz though; I no longer locked the van when in town.