Las Glorias to Celestino via Culiacan
I just loved the variety and colors in the clam shells along the beaches here. I wonder if the different color stripes are like growth rings in trees??
One Sunday morning walk collected all these shells along one beach. I put them into a sun pattern like I remember seeing on the TV show
Sunday Morning.
Same shells arranged a different way.
I kept a few and arranged the rest into this sand structure. Some kid came along the next day and took them all, looking at me guiltily as he did it.
New Years Day was a zoo out here. Jason is just watching the action and enjoying one of the last of our beers as the locals swarm around us.
Another fiery sunset and then most of the locals leave and go home and it quiets down for us to sleep.
This guy couldn`t leave without lots of help. We saw three cars get stuck in the same place here. Just pop the top on that beer, chug it, toss the bottle or can onto the ground and get in and drive!
This train of six gas trailers was a new record for us. It wiggled all over the road.
The only photo of the crooked cop who tried to shake us down in Culiacan. It was the day before the narco drug leader was arrested so we were really glad to be out ouf Culiacan.
In El Canchal, we watched this guy dump crate after crate of freshly harvested oysters onto a bench to shuck them. If you like oysters, this is the place!
A horse drawn cart along the road, with a woman driving. We didn`t see much of this.
A lady we met at the oyster restaurant recommened we go to Celestino Beach. We took her advice and parked not far beyond these big letters.
Purple urchin and the deep orange on the remnants of some big shell make a marked contrast.
A Chevy truck got stuck in the soft sand at the bottom of this gully entrance to the beach at Celestino. A tractor and a chain were called to get him out before the tide came in.
The designs remind me of a black and white skirt.
We were told to stay put for a day or so in Celestino when the narco drug lord was arrested in nearby Culiacan. Violence and disruption were expected and the road was blockaded in both directions so we couldn`t go anywhere anyway. The family that owned one of the restaurants here in Celestino invited us to park in their restaurant and spend the day in the shade to stay out of the way in case narcos showed up. This cutie is 1-year-old Matia and he smiled all the time.
Nobody spoke English so Google Translate was our only means of communication. We watched the mother make fresh tortillas on the outdoor over to her right. They came out perfect and delicious each time.
Sotero is the father and he and his son/nephew Ulysses took us on a tour of their fruit trees that give them all their shade.
Jason and Ania, the tortilla making mother.
They had lots of papaya and gave us a huge one to take with us.
Bananas and passion fruit were also plentiful.
The helper put one of our stickers on the fender of his motorcycle. Isn`t that where the license plate should go??
Our huge gifted papaya. It was yummy for three days.
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