We had been planning on going into the nearby town of Mazamitla, but that would entail taking a bus that goes by infrequently, or a taxi.
So instead, we decided to do the 1.8 km (1.1 miles) into Valle de Juraez, and if the bus happened to go by the opposite way heading to Mazamitla then we would hop on it.
Ruth, cooking up some bacon and eggs.
But before we headed out, we took a few seconds to stash things in the motorhome. Anything of value gets hidden somewhere, and we've got quite a few random hiding spots. Sometimes it's as simple as putting something in the oven, and yesterday that's where my good camera went. I just didn't feel like carrying it into town, so we brought the little pocket camera in case something worthwhile came up.
We walked into town and bought some milk, cheese, and a bottle of wine. Heading back, we stopped at Chema's restaurant to make arrangement to pay him for our three nights camping and figure out how to give him his keys back. He asked if we wanted a beer or something, but we said no. He asked again towards the end of the conversation and it doesn't take much persuasion for me. So we sat down at the bar!
Kevin, having a beer at Chema's restaurant in Valle de Juarez.
Back at the motorhome, we sat outside and read our books for while. It was a nice warm day, and I noticed that the temperature inside the motorhome was 30C (86F) and that was with all the windows open. Lovely.
Eventually, it got close to dinner time, and Ruth was making pizza!
She got all the ingredients ready, and turned the oven on.
A couple of minutes later, I heard a loud "Oh crap!" (or something similar) and she threw the oven door open and grabbed the camera bag out of the oven!
Oh crap is right!
She said that something didn't smell right, and then she remembered me telling her I had put the camera bag in the oven!
Fortunately, the bag is well insulated and the camera was fine. And oddly, the camera bag itself is fine too. When I went to take the camera out of the bag, the steel zippers were too hot to touch. The bag did smell a little, but I couldn't see anywhere that it was burnt or melted.
Very lucky! Another minute or two and it might have been a different story. Maybe we'll not use the oven as a hiding spot any more.
Anyway, it all turned out okay, but it was a bit of a scary moment.
Chema was supposed to come by around 6:00pm to collect his money and arrange a hiding spot for the keys so that we could simply head out right away this morning, but he never showed. He said he was going to the airport this morning, so I doubt he'll be in town, but I guess now we'll have to go into town and try and find someone to leave the keys and money with.
After that, we're headed out to another RV Park. Sherman is going for his first decent drive in over two years, so wish us luck! We're heading about 200 kms (124 miles) to Delia's RV Park near Etzatlan.