Let’s see. Where were we?…….
The next morning in Matehuala we got up early intending to have another early start on our exodus to Jocotepec. Circumstance had a different plan for us. There were no more signs of a gas leak, although I didn’t know the cause of leak yet, only that it had stopped. We got ready for the road and as we closed the room slide it came in crookedly. Hmmmm…..not good. Went to reopen the slide and it wouldn’t budge……REALLY. NOT. GOOD. After mucho head-scratching and more, I crawled underneath to see what was going on. It wasn’t difficult. One of the gears on slide shaft had become disconnected, probably rattled apart, and I was able get it tightened and reconnected. Slide came in…..we were on our way!
The rest the day was a repeat of the previous day. Hot…. shake, rattle and roll, …… take the toll roads whenever possible. We stopped at an Oxo convenience store in late afternoon outside of Guadalajara. Jocotepec was an hour away. The original plan was to stop for the night in this area, but we decided to press on. I fired up the coach to leave only to find out that the automatic transmission wouldn’t engage when I took it out of park, or so I thought because the gear indicator wouldn’t move. It was good we don’t have a gun……for at that point of the trip, I’d have used it on myself.
Kay wrote up a brief description of what was the matter into her phone translator and went into the store to try to explain why we were parked there, and find help. She came back in a few minutes with a young man who happened to hear her story and he offered to see if he could help. It turned out that he worked as a mechanic for Cummings and spoke English. He made a few calls and found out that the transmission was okay. It was just the indicator that was broken, and by counting the clicks the shifter made you could still drive. We thanked him profusely and offered to pay him. He told Kay that he had a grandmother and hoped that someone would do the same for her someday. So, we tried to pull ourselves together and pressed on. We had already disconnected the car from the coach while at the Oxo so Kay and the dogs followed my lead with the car.
Lake Chapala soon came into view as we arrived in the lakeside town of Ajijic. Jocotepec and the Club Roca Azul where we were to stay for at least a month was about 20 kilometers and two dozen topes away. It was Friday night and there was mucho traffic. On we went. We got to Jocotepec around 6:30 p.m.. I missed a sign for a truck route around Jocotepec and was sucked into the center of town. The narrow road became a very narrow street. By that I mean that mean a street that was a two opposing narrow lanes with parking on one side. To top it off the power lines were just inches above the rig’s roof and the poles were right on the curb edge.
The street seemed endless. I was concentrating on staying clear of oncoming traffic, topes, and power/phone lines when I brushed into a phone pole, ripping off the side rearview mirror, and large pieces of the awning.
😱 About that gun?
People in the neighborhood and from nearby businesses came running to help us pick up the pieces and put them in the car. Luckily the phone pole was still standing and no wires were down although Kay said they did wave about and bounce up and down on our roof when I hit the pole.
Fortunately we were the only one damaged, and as there were no sirens audible we drove on to our new home at Roca Azul a few miles away without any further incidents. Our slide came out, and the next day I found and fixed the propane issue. The awning however was trashed.
A few days later after the dust settled and we stopped twitching……
Nuestra Nueva Casa (with West Highland Chihuahuas! 😉)
It has been two weeks since we arrived here and we are finally pretty well decompressed. ¡Mañana!