a few feelings of living in the town of Comala & Suchitlan, Colima,
Mexico. Much of what I see and feel happen at odd moments.
The photos are of El Volcan de Fuego during an explosion as seen from the
patio of my house in Suchitlan. The evening lite on the volcan, the kiosko
in Suchitlan & the evening fountain in Comala.
Now, a odd
sound from the dark& lower streets of Colonia Cuahautemoc in the town
of Comala. Night is setting in this evening, towering, glowing clouds with
massive booming of thunder and incredible flashes of lightening. The cat
took flyer downstairs from the roof and hid under the bed. Big, bad dog
crawled under my hammock and whimpered as if he was going to be cooked
by the evil devils in the sky. Let me tell you, I have seen lightening
storms in the states that I thought were terrifying, but these make them
look like matches. The incredible blasts of the thunder literally rattle
your teeth, doors and windows. One blast actually made the liquor
cabinet shake and the glasses and bottles to rattle like an earthquake
had hit. Then, as peace began to settle in, the Sapos (giant toads) began
to sing, chortle and rattle their bizarre sounds into the night.
evening was truly wondrous, as the toads actually sounded as they were
trying to harmonize. Try to imagine: umpa, umpa, oat, oat, oat, umpha,
umpha gathering into an unreal crescendo.
group on each street, started the same beat and in time with each other.
I was able to take out my native drum and add to the cacophony of toadel
tunes. Wow, what a trip. MJ or other mind-altering drugs couldn’t improve
on these sounds. Now, Friday, after coming back from one of my exploratory
trips, I can try to describe the Indian villages out in the outback of
Colima. First, thru the little puebla of Asmoles, thru to Ix pan, down
thru Los Ortices, then thru Las Trancas, Cerro Rincon, to an amazing village
of IXLAHUACAN where I was treated with amazing respect. These Indians
said that I was the first white man that most of the villagers had seen
and wondered how I spoke Spanish. I was treated to mole, pazole,
menudo (tastes like bad, chopped up tennis socks), fresh milk with tequila
and wonderful, fresh goat cheese and home made bread. I bought a
short case of beer for the chief and his cohorts. What a gas…..
Then on my way to Zincamitlan where the federales stopped me and checked
for guns and drugs.
|No luck, so
I had to stand around and chat: telling them that I was an ex-cop and then
passing of more beers. Expensive day.
Almadores, Los Temapes and back on to the highway and home. THENNNNN,
in my rear view mirror, I see a pick up zooming my way: I am going 75 and
he whips by me. Then a Keystone Cop image appears in my mirror. Three
local federales, driver and compadres leaning out the windows, obviously
screaming at the top of their lungs, waving guns, siren screaming; their
little white VW weaving in an out of traffic chasing the pick-up.
They slow down
on the mountain road, I pass them with a cheerful wave, one flips me off
and on the down side of the mt., they whiz on again and finally capture
their quarry taking a wee wee alongside the hi-way.
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|What a gas!
Only in Mexico. Okay, that is it for the day.I must tell you
all what a magnificent morning that started this day.
I was awake
at 6:00am today, walked out to look at the morning sky and found I had
to put on my old ski jacket. Opened up my lounge chair on the front deck
of the house and sat ever so quietly with my dog Chaco at my feet. The
sky was crystal clear and the stars shown like diamonds.
de Fuego was putting on a wonderful, exciting show of rivers of lava
running down the south and southwest sides. First, a glow at the crown
of the volcan, then a dark moving river began to move.
As it hit obstacles
on its way down, there would be gorgeous bursts of bright orange as it
leapt and ran in rivers and rivulets in different directions. While this
was happening, there were great flashes of lightening in the mts. to the
north and towards Guadalajara. What a wonderful way to start the day. All
during my hour and half in the chair, I could hear the river roaring down
in the barranca (canyon).
birds calling, an owl in a nearby tree hooting in a mournful way. The breeze
softly moving the great leafed trees, the fan shaped palms, and the fine
little Mexican pines whispering.
A lone bat
flying in front of me chasing the small insects while the air began to
whistle with the awakening of the cicadas in the trees.
began to light up the eastern sky, the coal black outlines of the jungle
foliage became silhouetted against the sky. The great banana & coconut
palms swaying back and forth as the stiffer trees began to move with the
morning breezes accompanied by the soft tinkling of our little wind chime
in one of the trees. I got up, got a cup of coffee; Café de
la Flor from Suchitlan, and remained in my chair watching and listening.
|As the star
show began to fade, only the morning star remained and then in the distance
I could hear the gayos (roosters) begin their morning songs.
Then the wonderful
sound of a woodcutter’s burro down in the barranca began braying.
What a morning! My wife called me out to see another great display
of color. It is 7:45 and the sun is showing fabulous oranges and
reds as the clouds of smoke rise from the volcan. Now tell yourselves,
isn’t this a great and wondrous day?
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