Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Things That Were Unexpectedly Excellent About Mexico. Part 2 (of several)
Lemon flavoured crisps. Sabor limon, isn't going to displace salt and vinegar anytime soon as Britain's favourite potato snack. It is however a startling blend of a regular crisp with lemon sherbert. Mesmerising, and yet decidedly odd.
Taxis with surf racks. Puerto Escondido is a town so geared to surfing that the town logo is of a dude getting tubed. The taxis mostly have surf racks so you can get about to the different breaks. That doesn't mean the taxi guys are very competent to use them. One evening a beautiful Anderson longboard I had hired, flipped off the roof rack when the taxi guy decided to try dangerous overtaking manoeuvres on the highway. In ordinary circumstances I would have totally freaked out at the sight of this wonderful hand shaped masterpiece of hydrodynamics sliding down hundreds of metres of concrete. However Puerto is a relaxed sort of place: the rental dude barely blinked when I returned his board scratched from head to toe, and the ding repairs cost me a paltry £4.
Lemon flavoured crisps. Sabor limon, isn't going to displace salt and vinegar anytime soon as Britain's favourite potato snack. It is however a startling blend of a regular crisp with lemon sherbert. Mesmerising, and yet decidedly odd.
Taxis with surf racks. Puerto Escondido is a town so geared to surfing that the town logo is of a dude getting tubed. The taxis mostly have surf racks so you can get about to the different breaks. That doesn't mean the taxi guys are very competent to use them. One evening a beautiful Anderson longboard I had hired, flipped off the roof rack when the taxi guy decided to try dangerous overtaking manoeuvres on the highway. In ordinary circumstances I would have totally freaked out at the sight of this wonderful hand shaped masterpiece of hydrodynamics sliding down hundreds of metres of concrete. However Puerto is a relaxed sort of place: the rental dude barely blinked when I returned his board scratched from head to toe, and the ding repairs cost me a paltry £4.
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