A tournament is being held today at a fancy resort down the road. Actually, two tournaments are being held today, a volleyball and a football , both on the beach and both being filmed for TV. The trolley, our trolley, has been requisitioned to drive the players and the spectators to and fro. So even though it is Friday when the trolley is supposed to be running, the trolley does not appear, so Ken and I can not go over to the Bello Mondo across the canal. The nerve. Of course we could walk the five miles, or take a cab for three dollars or a bus for fifty cents each. But we are cheap and we like the trolley ride, so we will just wait to another day, old coot that I am.
Friday, March 5, 2010
March 5, 2010. Mexico. The Trolley.
It is a wonderful vehicle, a free ride on a trolley that rides all around the whole complex, driving slowly so you get to enjoy the scenery. A person walking can easily signal the driver to stop to get on. It is a perfectly splendid system. Except several things about the trolley are irritating to a person used to order. I want them to have a schedule and I want the two trolleys to keep to their schedules so the two trolleys always stay well away from each other. And I want them to post a notice if the trolley is not working today.
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Didn't realize your cash flow was in such bad shape. Do you need a loab?
Dave.
Or maybe a loan as opposed to a loab?
It is interesting. We travelled all over North America not spending any money, because we had very little, so now mostly we do not spend money when we travel. Here we either walk or take the shuttle or the trolley or the bus. All saves money. Ruth.
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