Cuts and Bangs

With our apartment pointing eastward, we are treated to scenes of sunrise from our balcony and this morning I caught the image below ...

Our planned departure to Zihuatanejo for additional supplies was delayed by a tiny mis-stroke on my part, accidentally cutting my lip while shaving. I know your interest in this will be boundless.

Bleeding cuts are not news but the lip does tend to exaggerate. After an hour, thinking it had finally stabilized, I sat down to breakfast only to discover light lip movement springs the leak anew. The solution is to impale one's bacon and eggs firmly on a fork and deposit them into the alimentary canal well away from the lip. Since I enjoy peanut buttered toast at breakfast I looked longingly at my two slices and faced a not insurmountable challenge. Today marks the first time I dined with knife and fork on toast with peanut butter. My trusty photographer, Carol, captured the moment.

We embarked on our trip to Zihuatanejo. I understood well my ability to convey friendliness to others was severely curtailed by an inability to smile, at least without freaking out someone with sudden facial blood spill. My first test of not smiling occurred while waiting for the bus. Carol noticed we stood under a palm tree with coconuts on the ground. She said the way things were going for me today, getting beaned by a coconut would be next.

Perhaps I can share a word about buses in Ixtapa. First, my photo taken from the back seat of one today:

Shock absorbers are unknown to the owners of these vehicles. To be a passenger on a bus is to risk complete disassembly of your skeletal system. The truth of this is demonstrated by the state of the vehicles themselves. They move with loud and constant under-floor percussion evidently caused by battles among tie-rods, drive shafts, fuels lines, and other loose linkage. In case you wonder why I was in the back of the bus, it was the only place to find a seat accommodating my legs. Leg room is designed for shorter people. To sit in a side seat on one of these buses I need more knees.

In Zihuatanejo we found most of the things we wanted, among which were a straw hat and a vinyl meeting/service bag good for the duration. It was a very warm and sunny day so we paused for a large iced lemonade under a thatched-roofed shelter by the bay - partial view from our chairs shown below.