The trip down

We were up at 3 am for the drive to the Comox airport. I hate getting up at that time but it is worth it.

We got to YVR and walked about five miles to our gate.

We had checked our case in Comox as well as the box with the 3D printer and hoped for the best. 

I was worried that when we got to PV the Mexican customs would make me open it up. I didn’t like the idea of doing this as it was packed with all sorts of other goodies.  I had 2 kilos of wine gums and didn’t want to use my season’s supply (well about three weeks actually).

All our stuff arrived in PV okay, and we had no real problems. I had purchased straps with handles to make carrying it easier. One broke at home the second time I lifted it and the second one didn’t show up in PVR. Crap quality.

We got a taxi to the bus depot and purchased our tickets to Melaque. Then we had to get another taxi to Stephen’s house and that’s when the problem began.

The taxi driver obviously didn’t even know what city he was in and after driving around for a while we told him to drop us at Soriana’s supermarket to get wine and the phones recharged. He charged us twice the going rate and didn’t even get us to our destination. After calling Claudia she spoke to a different driver and we arrived tired but undefeated.

The way Rosalie looks says it for both of us.

That evening, Claudia took us to a hamburger restaurant Carl Jr’s for dinner. There was a two-for-one special on and the lineup circled the inside of the store. It went down fairly quickly though and we were seated in about twenty minutes.

The weather is bearable and not as hot as we expected. That evening, we slept like babies.