It hasn't happened often where I could catch up to Roger in a matter of hours versus days, but despite the relative short distance, it still felt like a world away. That is, until we started driving around Hermosillo and I saw everything from Costco to IHOP.
When I arrived, Roger took me to the office to introduce me to one of the new guard dogs. His name is Feo (which sadly --- and quite frankly --- truthfully describes him and means "Ugly" in Spanish) and he is an exuberant, slobbering puppy who wasn't sure what to make of the fancy ball I brought him from Canada -- but did figure out quickly he liked the peanut butter doggie treats!
As usual, living with Roger provides an unending array of surprises - no more so than when he drove me out to Kino Bay, a little fishing village about 110 kms away, and where he rented a house for a month while we get settled and figure out where we want to live.
As you know, accomodation over the last 2-3 years has ranged from a small room in Mauritius, a tent in the Kalahari, an apartment in Spain with the funky, "Barbie" pink kitchen, our trailer...and now this....
Not just your everyday Sunday drive....
Yesterday, Roger wanted to go out to the drill site, so we headed off at 6 a.m. for the expected 4 hour trip. His truck was being used by his foreman, so we had to use a rental Focus-type car, and by the end of the day, even Roger was feeling sorry for what we put it through.
As we turned off the main highway, the roads got smaller and there was even one part where we had to get out and throw large rocks off the path because Roger was afraid one would pierce the oil pan because of the low clearance.
But did we stop and turn around? Of course not.