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San Sebastian

Heather and I decided to spend one day going to an old mining town during our Mexico vacation. Built in 1605, it took quite a while to get to.
See that bridge in the background. It was completed only a month earlier and final inspections were yet to be done. No one knew what the maximum weight limit was on such a thing. It's a 1000 foot drop to the bottom of the gorge. And our tour bus was about to go on it!

Notice my smile? THAT'S RIGHT THERE IS NO SMILE!




After crossing the bridge we stopped off at a tequila factory. It looked more like a newly built four-car garage. This guy here (I forget his name but let's call him Tim) showed us how they refine the tequila from the blue agave plant. Then he gave us free samples of smooth and coffee flavored tequila.
The funny thing is, that I remember my dad having a similar device in the garage of my old house for him to make moonshine. I didn't really realize what he was doing back in those days, but i do remember him buying me ice cream and telling me to play in the front yard and to let him know if i saw any police officer driving by. Oh those were the days!


When we reached San Sebastian we had lunch at this classic restaurant that served hand made tortillas. So good!
While eating however, a thunderstorm emerged and unleashed hell upon us. You have to remember we were in the mountains and the downpour was relentless. so much so that hail started to fall through the ceiling and onto our lunches.
Then we almost died! When i say that, i mean lightning struck a car just outside the front door, about 25 feet from where i was sitting. I just saw it out of the corner of my eye and for a split second i thought it was a firecracker. Then i heard the loudest thunder ever. sounded like a bomb going off. the ladies screamed. I laughed. Afterwards i took this picture to show how the street had turned into a river. The rapids were much stronger while it rained however.


This is San Sebastian's town historian. Her name is Dona Conchita and she is in her 80's and lived in San Sebastian all her life. Her home has been converted into a museum.

Her husband belonged to the wealthiest family in town.
He was also the product of incest.

I won't go there.













This is the main reason why i will never move to Mexico.

This bastard could possibly kill me. And they hide so well. Who knows what else was hiding in there.








Overall, I really liked San Sebastian. Got to see an old church there and a sales shop that had a fort built around it because the owner wanted to protect it against any Aztec attacks.

COOL... AZTECS!

Ladies and gentlemen... THE BELLA COUGARS!

As many of you may know, I went to Mexico for a second time last month. Great place to get away from it all.

However, this time was different. Aside from the numerous brushes with death, Heather and I managed to bump into these 4 hoochies.

The two on the left were pure rednecks in their 40's, from Prince George. The two on the right were hoochies from Bella Coola.

Needless, we called them the Bella Cougars.

They were on the same flight with us... there and back. And just as luck would have it, they stayed at the same hotel.

We managed to elude them the first two days, with simple hellos and headnods from a distance. Yet then came karaoke night with a bottle of tequila on the line. Clearly with my girlfriend being a great singer, this was an easy win.

Then came the trouble.

The Bella Cougars spotted Heather and I sitting on a couch in the back and decided to join us.
Then they began to smoke and talk about their exploits. I was annoyed.. Heather was trying not to laugh.

Then came Heather's turn to sing, and she left me there. Alone with the lions. NO SHAME!

They heard her singing and then began talking to me telling me how good a singer she was. Then they started to ask me when i was going to marry her and whatnot.

Before you know it Sylvia (second from the right) was sitting next to me and talking about how being a catholic was so great, all i could smell were the tequila fumes. Then she pushed her purse right next to me and said "i have to go to the bathroom, can you look after my baaaaaag?"

now if she sounded like a drunk hoochie, i could understand
but the way she talked sounded more like a drunk lumberjack trying to whisper in my ear.
many a q-tips i used that night.

later on in the night, the bella cougars started talking some more and sylvia kept telling Heather and i her age

"I'm fifffty" sounded so husky.... so wrong

finally we got up and left

Heather ended up winning by the way.

For the rest of the week we tried to keep our distance from them.
Next time we really talked with them was at the airport waiting to go home. Sylvia was so hammered she kept talking to me while sipping a beer "with class."

needless to say, it was quite the memory

THE BELLA COUGARS!