So What To Do Next?

I have to say that this is a very quiet place to camp - during the weekdays. The Saturdays are obviously not all that quiet. Last Saturday we have been "entertained" by some horrible DUNK-Dunk-Music. A group of kids (youngsters!) got the great idea to have their boom boxes on full speed, they even got it connected to some fancy what-ever lightshow about 200 yards away from us on the beach. I still heard them after 1pm before exhaustion got me.

And then there are these 8-cylindred horrible beach monsters driven by kids who load them up with young girls for the purpose of showing off how tough these imbeciles behind the wheel can be. They get these machines from a local rental place and the beach with surroundings are their playground. I get it. We have to endure this. It is their beach. Once Sunday is over, peace is returning to the area. I can live with it. And I believe that Saturday night beach parties will soon be over as the nights are getting cooler now.

Mighty nice new mural along the wall of "Pilar Condos"

This morning I was debating myself what to do today.

There was the issue of my little problem with the solar installation. One of the wires had gotten too hot, because of too much power, so I had disconnected a couple of panels to ease on the power, but then I had run extra temporary lines for those disconnected panels down the side of the bus. Now this needed to get fixed by getting the wires through the roof and inside the rig and all the way into the battery compartment.

Bea in position to "shoot" a bird

So I faced drilling another hole through the roof. The decision to get it done was made because we might decide to go dumping waste water next week and loose wires hanging down the side was not an option.

Grabbing my battery drill and drill bits I started in the bright morning sun. Naturally, it turned out that my biggest drill bit wasn't big enough to allow both the plus and the minus wire going through. I needed a 16mm drill bit to get that sone. Best place to would be HOME DEPOT in Guaymas. That trip would also allow me to drop into Walmart for more food. Better to go today than Saturday.

So off I went. Traffic was light until I got close to Guaymas. I did spend too much time at Home Depot,as I usually do, just to run along the aisles like a kid in the candy store - sooo much to see. At least I got the sought-after drill bit. Once out on the BLVD I got lucky and sped over to the far left lane as getting to Walmart means a left turn. Not too bad for a newcomer in Mexico, eh?

The Mexican Walmart is organized a bit different from US Walmarts, But once one gets the hang of it - it works.

One thing is the same as in the US though, they try to save on paid labour and hope people would use the self check-outs. I had learned my lesson and rather waited in line at a cashiers till.

Driving down a small street from Walmart I noticed people in yellow vests with brooms. They were sweeping the street and sent the dust flying. When did I last see people doing street sweeping?  I think it was in Germany during the fifties. Don't they use those street-sweeing machines in Mexico?  

So much to learn here!

Getting back to camp it was an hour past lunch time.

Bea hadn't eaten either so we had a quick plate with oats and fruits.

And finally, I clambered back up on the roof, where my new drill bit was put to the test. I am happy to say that the success was mine! Once inside the rig I fed the wire through another hole, ran it behind the washing machine, through a third and fourth hole until I had reached the battery compartment where the wires joined the other ones and fed into the charge controller. A reading of amps going into my batteries now made me smile. Finally I had solved that problem. We would be ready to roll to the dump station any time now.