I looked behind me and see a young girl from the family I saw earlier talking to some people in a dune buggy, I was trying not to pay attention but heard some rapid Spanish speaking from the dune buggy people. I heard a “No”. A couple minutes later I see in my rear view this girl carrying a huge bundle of wood from a pile of drift wood on the beach. I think she was asking if the people in the buggy would help.
OK I’m ready to head back. I noticed I had dug in the sand a lot deeper then those dune buggies floating by, I really had to step it down to keep moving. If you’re a 4-wheeler at all you know the feeling I’m talking here, a type of tightness in your chest and throat knowing you have to do everything to keep it going and not stall out. It all went OK but still, wow.
I was going to pick up a bigger pile of wood for the little girl and toss it on top of the jeep rack, but didn’t. I thought they were only having a bon fire. Heading back I followed the dune buggy tracks, ahhh! I swing right past the wood pile putting the hammer down feeling good just to get out of there. I tool past the family and couldn’t even look at them, feeling I let them down just like the dune buggy people. I smell a fire and see out of the corner of my eye the family preparing a fire under a grill. They must be having a Sunday cookout not a bon fire. I feel like crap, those people need that fire wood to feed their family. “Baja” is in my brain and I’m peeling down the ultimate Baja road. I fire on the brakes, turn the wheel hard and kick it down! I made it up to the wood pile and back once, I can do it again! I cruise past the family and out onto the beach, I whip up the sand hill and turn down and out. I load up a big pile of drift wood, throw it on top and fly out. I pull up near the family and use my most polite Spanish and ask if that would like the wood.
The oldest man came up and thanked me right away in a super gracious manner, after a dozen or so Spanish words I couldn’t understand he would come out with a couple in English, like ‘Thank…..You….” then rattle on looking real sincere. He had no top front teeth but always bore a huge smile, he reminded me of a real Popeye, having strong hands like a fisherman. I tried to scram out of there ASAP, wanting to make it look like it was no big deal which it wasn’t, then the older women and older man started coming up to me talking and doing a thumb in the mouth motion. I didn’t know what was going on, I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. I said as politely as I could that I understand very little and it was nothing and I had to go. They thanked me some more, I boogied, we all waved good bye.
Whenever I figure out what someone is saying to me it’s usually much later after I think about it a bit. Thinking on the way back I imagined them asking me for corn, saying they’re fisherman and all they eat are fish. I’m like bawling by the time I get home telling Heidi to get ready we have to go back with some of our corn tortillas. Heidi finally settles me down and we talk about what I think they were saying. Daa! They were asking me to eat fish and corn with them, really wanting me to join them. I knew they weren’t asking me for anything, I guess I went into hyper overanalyze mode, no, not me, ha, ha.
Sunday is a big family day in Mexico and wearing your Sunday best is the norm. What a nice family.
mexico jeep adventure 2005