The battery is going down. It’s getting worse. People have told Big Dog that the house battery is “no good” and now it’s proving it. The juice is de-juicing faster and faster. We had it charging at the Ciudad C campground and then drove over 100 miles yesterday so how could it be dropping so quickly?
“If I can buy power from Juan, I’d stay,” says Big Dog. Yeah, if we could get power, we could offer to rent the palapa and hang out here for a while.
We have coffee and pastries with Juan, the “owner” who actually turns out to be more like a caretaker. He lives by himself in the casita behind the big new house. His kids and wife are in Loreto. I guess the palapa users come during the holidays.
Big Dog tries to talk to Juan about the battery and finds out that Juan is completely on solar. He doesn’t even have a fridge in his place. Guess we can’t really use his power. But can we survive another day here? And then what? A new battery in Loreto?
For now, however, we have running water, a bathroom and a shower we can use. And I am absolutely amazed (again) at the hospitality, the generosity, the tolerance of Mexicans. In what other country would this be possible, in this nice a way? No one is more laid back about everything. Can you imagine having foreign campers park on your property? Imagine coming home and finding a car, or worse, a camper parked next to your garage and the guy coming over and asking in barely understandable English if they can stay. At best, it would be a curt “sure” but more likely something like “…I don’t think so… there’s a real campground down at the beach…”
I spend most of the day just reading, while Big Dog plays his guitar. It’s a cool day and for once, I am chasing the sun instead of the shade.