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01/02/08 |
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Saturday Night - Mr. Toad's Wild Ride
We had done all the bike work we could stand for the day, so we decided to go eat. Everyone got cleaned up and then we walked over to the restaurant Paul had recommended. No sooner had we arrived when Paul and his 2 bodyguards showed up. He accepted our invitation to dinner while his 2 companions remained in the truck. We went inside, sat down, and everyone ordered steaks. Oh My Gosh, that was the best steak I’ve ever eaten! And only $10! The restaurant was absolutely superb, easily the best I’ve eaten at in Mexico.
Chowing down: L to R: Paul, Jeff, Uncle, Scott, Chris, Bill
After dinner the next phase of our adventure began. The night was young and
the madness was just starting. We piled into Paul truck with his 2
bodyguards and set off on our first priority – cold cerveza. To the beer
store!
Jeff and Chris in the back of the truck
The Beer Store
Why so glum, chum? The beer is cold.
Seis cervezas por favor
After securing sufficient quantities of the Nectar-of-the-Gods Paul took us
to his home to meet Paulino, his father. Paulino spoke English quite well
and was very hospitable. He welcomed us to his home and then for the next
few hours joined us in conversation, cigar smoking and beer drinking.
Paulino kept the conversation lively all evening as Paul and bodyguards
watched and listened. Anytime we emptied a beer the bodyguards were quick to
get us another. The stories Paulino told were fascinating. It wasn’t long
before we nicknamed him the Godfather. Beyond that, I’ve been sworn to
secrecy and can tell no more.
Paulino, the Godfather, seated. Paul Jr standing in the pink shirt
The 2 bodyguards. They were very attentive and anytime we emptied a beer they were quick to get us another.
Good company, cold cerveza, and a nice cigar. Ahh, life’s good in Mexico.
After several hours of visiting with Paulino, we were ready to return to the
hotel. But Paul wasn’t finished with us just yet. Instead of
taking the truck, Paul insisted on taking Paulino’s Suburban. All 9 of
us loaded up and off we went on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride for the next few hours.
Despite repeated requests to go to the hotel Paul took us on various errands
around town including a visit to boystown. I had heard stories as a
teenager about “boystown” in various Mexican cities such as Juarez or
Tiajuana, stories that usually included some pretty wild, exotic stuff.
I never knew if any of those stories were true and had never attempted to
find out. Paul navigated to the edges of town somewhere, into a
small cluster of buildings with loud music spilling out of the door - we
were now in boystown. He said he needed to go check something out and
would be back in a minute. I couldn’t pass this opportunity up to
investigate those rumors I'd heard as a teenager about boystown so Uncle and
I wandered inside. Nothing freaky was going on as it was essentially a
nightclub - a very, very loud nightclub - but a nightclub all the same.
A few couples were dancing and a number of women were hanging out near the
bar looking bored. Okay, I got it, this is where the customers get
warmed-up, kick back a little alcohol, and then make their connections.
Uncle and stayed about a minute and then went back outside to wait on Paul.
He re-appeared shortly and off we went.
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