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Fishing village close to our shack near Puerto Escondido. in a bucket from a well. Thatched- Mexico we drove north through the

roof ‘palapas’ served takeaways snow with no sun to make it sparkle.
along the long stretch of beach. As We stopped frequently to quickly
with many out-of-the-way places we chip away ice on the windscreen
discovered, this would also become before hypothermia set in. The old
a mecca for tourists in later years. Volkswagen didn’t have a heater.
In Mexico City I proudly showed Le Voyageur’s construction in
off my artwork on the Hong Kong was almost
wall of the El Jarocho complete and ready to pick
restaurant. Ricardo, the up. We packed our bags
previous owner, had left and bid adieu to Mon-
to set up another restau- tréal and Nicole’s family
rant in Vera Cruz. The and drove across Canada
mural was now crumbling to Vancouver in another
to dust and out of the three figures drive-away car. And then to fly across
on the beach, only Jane remained. the north Pacific for quite a different
Nicole washing her hair on the beach near our shack. Leaving the warmer climes of adventure.