Your Moment of Beckett

September 3rd, 2008 • Related • Filed Under

Last night on our way to an expat gathering our Jeep got stuck in the sand. As it turns out we were going in the wrong direction anyway; Mer’s house is back towards town. So we were way out west in Chuburna when we decided to turn around. We were already late. I had to pee, natch.The sand was deeper than it appeared. As much as Malcolm dug the tire would not budge. Using the four wheel drive only caused the vehicle to sink more firmly into the erosion. So we abandoned our car to walk for help. Heat lightening crackled in the the sky to our south.

Luckily we were a few blocks from the square. Sentry street dogs followed our movement from their posts. Circus sirens blared on repeat. Old men watched from windows illuminated with the presence of the V of G. Children whistled signals to each other from the only open tienda, Salud y Fuerza. Had it not been la temporada we likely would not have found a chubby baby cop stationed in a tiny urine scented room. I had only to say Jeep profundo en la arena and he was on the phone calling in backup for the loco gringos. We waited on a bench under the violet buzz of florescence and bugs in the summer night air.

The Policia were appropriately moustached. Four of them rocked the Jeep out of its rut while one laid on the gas and drove onto firmer ground. Within minutes it was all over: they had 500 pesos for dinner in hand and we were on our way home. My bean and corn salsa never made it to the party, but it did I am sure enjoy a typical night’s adventure in Yucatan.

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  1. Comment by Paul on 3 September 2008:

    Jillian,
    I’m glad to see that you are unblocked, one might even say inspired, again.
    Paul

  2. Comment by hammockman on 4 September 2008:

    An unannounced sabbatical can be a secret treat for the one taking it; for the unknowing folks it is a fearsome nightmare wrapped in ever- disintegrating banana leaves. Glad you are “back” and again unleashing your words upon us. Hope this means Malcolm is ready to be up and running, too.

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