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Saturday Night in Manzanillo, Mexico

28 Mar

So, one our last night here in Mexico, Darcy and I stumbled upon this street festival. I guess stumbled upon isn’t quite the right word. Every Saturday (throughout the day) a large vacant lot is transformed into a vast, endless marketplace of everything from souvenir trinkets to watermelons to boxers to silver jewelry and everything in between. It’s incredible and you can get lost in it for hours. Particularly impressive are the vast displays of counterfeit (and illegal) movies and CDs. They work fine, but often times don’t come with things like track lists. Major bummer. Still at $4 american or $50 pesos for 2, it’s a pretty good deal.

The view from the Saturday market

Anyways, so we wanted to walk back through this marketplace on our last night. After a visit to the bread lady (see here for the original post about her), we heard a lot of noise and decided to check out the nearby plaza to see if we could figure out what was going on. We did, and discovered a whole bunch.

Turns out, the small town of Santiago was host to some sort of small festival. We weren’t able to figure out what exactly they were celebrating, but it looked like tons of fun. Stands of carnival rides and games dotted the sidewalks and a large stage played host to radio station “K-alien-T” (pronounced “caliente” I assume) and whatever music they had planned.


Stage in Manzanillo

Then, there were the taco stands. So many bloody taco stands. No one, apparently, had learned the lesson of oversaturation of the market. Think back to any fair or convention you’ve been to. There’s always stands offering sandwiches, kettle corn, etc. Sometimes there are multiple stands. Yet, the same food sellers spread themselves out. In this case, there were LITERALLY ten taco stands, each proclaiming they sold the best tacos, within one block of each other. They all sold exactly the same types of tacos that looked to be cooked exactly the same. How an outsider was supposed to pick remains beyond me (we’d already eaten dinner).

Mixed in with all those taco stands was a drink table, some little trinket booths, the occasional carnival game and some dessert booths. As we walked around, the temptation was too much. We had to get something. That something ended up being a deep fried banana (I know, I know). Well, the banana was deep fried and then topped with butter, condensed milk and strawberry jam. It’s not something I would get often. No, once in a couple of years is fine. But, it was really good.

As we were about to leave, we started hearing this incredibly loud bass. Extremely loud.  So we had to find it. Right in the middle of the street was a random car festival. They were showcasing the sound of this particular car, but there was also a model and professional photographer there to take pictures of the scene. You can see a bit of the scene in this brief video I shot.

After that, we bailed and headed back to the hotel, but the sounds of the concert lasted well on into the morning (I could hear the music clearly with earplugs in from our hotel, which is about 2 miles away).

Amazing Bread Lady of Manzanillo

22 Mar

How about a little blogging related to where I’m vacationing this week. We have set up shop in Manzanillo, Mexico, which is located in the state of Colima. It’s located right on the Pacific coast and survives mainly thanks to tourists. Many American and Canadian retirees come down here for extended stays because of the friendly locals and good exchange rate (12 pesos per dollar). Anyways, our days are mainly full of fun in the sun, playing in the waves and short walks into the little village to buy food.

However, one of my favorite parts of the day actually occurs at night. Every evening, the time varies daily, a lady comes up and sets up a mobile bread and pastry box on one street corner located by our hotel. This year she’s become even younger, and even comes with a friend sometimes. Now, they cannot be older than 16. Anyways, that’s not the important part. Her little box appears for a couple of hours on the corner and she sells breads.

As you can see from the picture, the box is fairly small. We’re not sure where the bread comes from (we haven’t found any bakers nearby), we don’t know how they come up with their selection and it’s also not clear how they price it (seems to change daily). Most of the bread is quite good, probably not the best in Mexico but pretty good coming from the little bread box on the corner. I feel fortuitous to have found her.  Check out Darcy and Cassie browsing the selection:

I don’t think a lady like her could operate in the United States.