Our relatives and friends have started sending messages to see if we are OK. Well I have a slight inconsistency in my tan line, but other than that all is fine, why? Introducing a central character in our trip - Swine Flu.
The Pig industry is upset about the name, the Jewish Community are trying to figure out if they are exempt from possible contraction, so in order to halt confusion the name is updated from swine flu to the New Flu or the H1V1 Flu. There we go problem solved, now let’s get back to feeding the media frenzy!
Our first real interaction with the hype is at the airport for our flight from Cancun Hautalco. There are surgeon masks everywhere, as far as we know we have not been cast in ‘Scrubs the Movie’. Not ones to be left behind on a fashion trend, we mask up and amuse ourselves by taking photos of our new fashion accessories.
The first recorded death in the US occurs en route to Huatalco. Keep in mind that 36,000 people die in the US every year from regular influenza. Unfortunately this does not seem to be a reality worthy enough of curbing the hysteria. The media train chugs on unperturbed.
We wake to the crashing waves of Puerto Escondido and challenge each other to an impromptu game of barefoot, poolside Basketball. On a Mexican height hoop this eventuates into more of a slam drop than a slam dunk for Dave, this still impresses our iguana spectators. Mexico is full of interesting characters, so while we probably should not have been surprised by our next finding, we couldn’t help our nervous laughter. Amidst Swine Flu fever, we come across a real live fat pink pig, ready for roasting, hanging out on the beach. Apparently a surfer’s pet. We toast our discovery that night with a bottle of Mezcal. The taste resembles a concoction of wet dog, burnt tyres and week old dead rabbit – yum!
Sick Left…and then there’s just sick. The water in Mexico is not really agreeing with us and consequently neither is Huey (the Surf God). Puerto Escondido’s nickname is Mexican Pipe. Frost (referring to myself in the 3rd person here, just to annoy Dave) couldn’t even paddle out! Huey and Sam do not create an enduring friendship. Dave however gets the biggest barrel of his life. Even though he ends up getting smashed, his unabated giddy laughter permeates the air as he arrives back on shore, leg rope broken. I wonder if he has left his sensibility in the ‘green room’ as I race to collect the free range hire board before Huey destroys that along with my ego…S
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