On our way from the ferry dock to Mazatlán’s center, we weaved through some side streets, searching for a bookstore listed on our GPS. We looking for a Spanish-English dictionary (our small phrasebook is too limited).
Turning down the street indicated on the GPS map, we spied a man and a woman walking down the middle of the street, apparently arguing. As we passed, the lady spun towards me and went into a full baseball windup (taking a step back, lifting her hand over her head, stepping forward) and delivered a blistering fastball in the form of the damp towel she was carrying.
The towel wrapped itself around my face, shoulder and arm, catching me completely off guard. The combination of the force of the large towel hitting me and momentarily being unable to see stupefied me. I somehow managed to pull the towel off and keep riding.
Shock quickly faded and was replaced with anger. Luckily I listed to Sarah’s sage advice, “Just keep riding”. We continued for a moment more until the street abruptly ended and there was no book store in sight.
We were forced to turn around and retrace our path back toward the apparent daughter of Nolan Ryan.
As we approached, Ms. Ryan was standing in the middle of the street, she turned and glared at me while simultaneously facing down traffic, not a wise thing to do in Mexico unless you are crazy. This fact was confirmed by her counterpart, also of dubious mental state, standing shirtless in the median, pointing to her and yelling the word “crazy”, in English.
It was just another “WTF?” moment in Mexico. Something we have come to expect.
We decided to spend the night in Mazatlán for two reasons. First, we got lazy in Baja. There really was no need to plan a route as there is only one main rode down the peninsula. Besides a general hand-wave in the south-easterly direction on a map, we did not have a route. Second, I was not particularly motivated to move on especially after we found a 180 peso (~14 USD) hotel with hot water and wifi.
A bed, shower, and a chance to see what could tickle our taste buds, what more could we ask for?