Chiminea madness

After having used the BBQ for smoking out the mozzies we thought it would be cozy and practical to get a chiminea. Also the temperature here drops to 24 C over night so you have to be careful not to get frostbite. In February I’ve seen it as low as 10 C .

Because of the bites we already have we went up town and bought some antihistamine. I foolishly suggested that as we had been cooped up so long (two days) there was a need to go to the beach for a margarita. Rosalie reluctantly (yea right) agreed.

We went to restaurant Bugambilia and ordered our drinks. Because we go there often and speak to the waiters with our limited Spanish our drinks seem to get stronger. They are lovely people and it’s fun talking with them. I also love the way they crack up laughing when I try to say something in Spanish.

While there, a fellow Canadian, another Gerry, whom we met last year, showed up and told of his adventures over the last year. It was interesting to compare notes.

Staggering out of there we hit the highway to Aguacate (The town of avocado). But first we had to stop by the Bodega to restock Rosalie’s tequila.

Rosalie’s tequila (3 Litres). Notice there’s already some missing.

Continuing on, we were so intent on talking, we sailed right by the chiminea place. I made a u-turn and went back the way we came. Pulling to the side of the road we leapt out and found just what we wanted. This was fortunate as it was the only chiminea they had.

The thing cost a minor fortune as it was hand made clay. We parted with 500 pesos (about $35) and loaded it into the back of the car.

That evening we burned the last four cascara de cocos and again fought the mozzies off. This left us with nothing else to burn so we went back to the place we got the husks before. This time, for some reason, he wouldn’t sell us any.

On the way home we stopped off at a side road and stocked up on some dead wood lying around and so had another nice evening of smoke and fire.

And they say life sucks.

Having a need for comfort we planned to get a couple of loungers. We found the loungers okay but no luck finding cushions for them. We decided to make a trip to Cihuatlan and look there. No luck as it happens. However, on the way home we stopped in at yet another coco place and managed to get a trunk full of fuel. Choke mozzies, choke!