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This morning I had to take Mohamed (Mo) to the airport at 6am to send him back to Cali. That was a trip. I set my alarm for 5:45, looked at it, then fell right back to sleep. Thank god I woke up when Mo called the second time. After I dropped Mo off under the darkness of the Baja Dessert, I headed to Terminal 2, the Private Plane terminal, to pick up two VIP's arriving by private jet at 8amish. Luckily the terminal is nice and has couches I could sleep on, at least for an hour before the security guard woke me up and asked what I was doing there. You know you've been in Cabo too long when you wake up in Terminal 2 for an airport pickup.
After I picked up Coach Nady and Wolf Hensen, I dropped off another couple at the airport.
Mo leaving sunny Mexico for sunny Miami
Now I have been very focused on finding time to skin my shark. As soon as I dropped off the couple I raced back to the compound because I knew I had two good hours to carve before I would have anything else to do. So I changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a knife, flopped my shark on a boogie board, and raced to the beach to cut it up. On the way, Coach Nady asked me where I was going. You know you've been in Cabo too long when you can say "gotta run, I have to skin my shark." and there is no other meaning than the literal translation.
So I make it down the beach and find the task very labor intensive and time consuming. My goal quickly changes from removing the skin from the shark to removing the shark from the skin.
Sunrise at terminal 2
Within the first 30mins I am down on the beach hacking away meat from this shark, out of the corner of my eye a couple walks up to me and the man says "Whoa, nice catch." Now I've had enough compliments about it over the days and I am so into getting this meat off this shark that I give him a quick, curt answer, "Thanks, man." "Did you catch it?" He asked. I replied "Yeah, not here, I caught it out by the arch" in a very unconversational way. I was obviously really busy. Well they continue on their way and I go on doing my best to imitate early man's attempts to concur nature. Well about 30-40 mins go by and I am a little less gungho about my shark as the couple walks back behind me. I turn to give a neighborly nod but they are just past me and I realize, from the goatee and the curly hair, that was Sammy Hagar (who, if you don't know, owns the house right down the beach from Jerry).
Terminal 2: the Taj Mahal of Cabo Airport Terminals
I had a free conversation starter with Sammy Hagar and I blew it You know you've been in Cabo too long when Sammy Hagar gives you a compliment and you blow him off.
Well I'm under the sun from 12-2pm hacking at my shark and my back gets boiled from the sun. It becomes a nice pink, not real red, but strong pink. About this time I learn that I actually don't have anything to do for the next hour and a half, so sit with Wolf, Nady, Brent and another guest Marc Thomas in the Brisas Pool which is located right on the beach. While we were there, about 300 yards out, a pair of wales start jumping completely out of the water, and they do it continually for about a minute and a half.
My shark skinning factory complete with boogie board.
I stare at them and I say to Wolf "I'm going." I jump out of the pool, run and grab a sea Kayak, and race out into the water. I make it there in about 10 min. Now by this time there are two Yachts watching and a bi-plane circling over head. The whales stopped fully breaching when I was about 100 yrds out, and when I got to the scene, they hadn't appeared for the last few minutes. Suddenly I hear this large PSST!!! and about fifty ft behind me, the two large (it think gray but I'm not a marine biologist) whales breach behind me for air. for the next 15min the two Yachts and I followed them around. I got within about 20ft away from the whales at my closest point. At one time they were underwater for a period of time and I began chatting it up with some of the people on the yachts.
Turned out they were from Argentina and we talked about me going to Bariloche soon. I wanted to get their names and numbers but then the wales came up again. After a while I had to head home to take another guest to the airport. You know you've been in Cabo too long when you have to leave a couple of whales to drive someone to the airport.
Well when we finally reached the end of the day I was exhausted. I wanted something low key, so Mike Berry, one of the ALA interns and I went to the Carnival that was in town. When we first arrived we got lured into a stock yard where we looked at cows for a period of time. Once we finally found the right direction to go, the first thing we came across was a mechanical bull.
Me with my last 100 pesos.
I don't know if you know this about me, but I have always dreamed of riding a mechanical bull. So I ran up to the young kid working it and asked him much was it? He said 30 pesos, but then he said something else that I didn't understand. I said okay and gave him 30 pesos. he said the same phrase to me again which I didn't get, and I replied "its okay" (this is all in Spanish) and I got on the little bull. The second I got on the Mexicans started to stop and gather to watch. Now this already being a life long dream, I had intended to do my best to make it last, but that fact that I had a crowd gave me even more motivation. The bull was a tad smaller then I would have normally imagined but I just figured it was really suppose to be a horse or this small carnival can't afford the full blown bull.
At first the bull rode very softly and I show-boated to the crowd, holding on with one hand and demanding a tougher ride. Once it really began to move, I held on for dear life: I locked up my wrists around the handle, flexed my biceps to keep me on the bull, and clenched my groin so tight so that I wouldn't fall off as the bull changed its direction. Now I rode for quite some time as the crowd cheered and smiled, but eventually my grip failed me and I hit the mats. The crowd applauded and I nodded in appreciation. I thanked the ride operator as my groin and wrists began to cramp up. It only took us another fifty feet to have a pretty good idea of what the operator was trying to tell us in the beginning, because just ahead was a full sized mechanical bull with a line cowboys waiting to show their stuff.
Me and a stylish Vaquero
The reason the crowd was there was because some stupid Gringo was giving his all to ride the children's mechanical bull. You know you've been in Cabo too long when you pull a groin muscle riding a children's mechanical bull.
So we continue to walk, and go through shops, stupid little games and some live music until both our eyes locked on the long, 9ft tall, yellow fence with two large roosters painted on it. Cockfighting! The perfect ending to a perfect Cabo day. Mike asks me, how much are the tickets and I told him I don't care and he agreed. We bought the cheapest seats and watched 4 matches in three hours and I won a hundred pesos through side betting. It ain't much but it was something.
Two roosters enter, one rooster leaves!!!
The matches were pretty exciting and the way they get them ready to fight, by spraying beer or alcohol in their faces, allowing another rooster to scratch there sides to get them angry, they even stretch the chicken's legs before each match, was fascinating. The loosing chickens were hurled into the corner by the losing trainer so by the end there was four dead roosters lying by the exit. I had some great hot dogs and we took photographs with some very stylish vaqueros. Apparently Cockfighting is the Mexican Vegas. They would play bingo between matches and there was also a lottery. To pass tickets around and collect money they would take a tennis ball with a slit in it, put the ticket in the slit, toss the ball to person who wanted a ticket, they would remove the ticket and put the money in the slit and toss it back to them, if there was change, it would be placed in the tennis ball and be returned to you.
You know you've been in Cabo too long when cockfighting is a perfect ending to your evening.
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