In which our Heroes meet other heroes, have a small UN delegation meeting serenaded in Italian and I am attacked by a mouse!

The first sign that the Oasis was going to be rad were the dates scattered all over the ground, they werent just palm trees, they were date palms!  Lush greenery was everywhere, for the first time since we left Ensenada, not even Ensenada, I cant remember the last place of this trip I saw so much green…  Perhaps San Diego, though there is so much city, the green tends to get lost…
The water was perfect, cool enough to refresh, warm enough to be easy to get into, little fishies would come and nibble after a bit andnthe bottom ranged from a corse sand to a smooth silt that in places would swalow your leg to the knee.
We made fire, big bonfire, care was needed as the entire oasis had suffered a fairly severe fire, the telltale signs were everywhere, blackened trunks on most of the palms and a very sincere plea from the owner to be very careful with my 4 ft high flames…
Dinner was a simple meal, yet very elegant and tasty, we found an old wire rack and grilled zuchinis, ate tomatoes with Tuong Ot Siracha, or “red cock” sauce…  Its red and the logo is a rooster…
The sleep that night was magical, absolute magic, frogs croaking mating songs, or whatever it was they were discussing, at times it seemed a competition, one would belt out a series of deep sounds, then another would copy and so on around the lagoon.
The ducks would flap and cry out from time to time, the lack of citified lighting allowed for the heavens to display in all thier grandeur and the moon was nearly full as it peeked and peered between the seemingly endless canopy of palms.
We had planned on one night, but it wasnt so easy to leave, the sunrise was epic and provided the necessary impetus to remain an extra day.  That being decided, we broke our fast with a meal of rice and beans at the Rice and Beans  Hotel, Ricardo the owner was a very nice man and gave us the lay of the land when we first rolled into town.
When we returned to camp we each did our thing, Diana her Yoga, me with my kung fu, achy as could be, like breaking rust off of old machinery.  My arm still gives me grief from time to time and the neck rolls sent spasms down to my finger tips….
I never should have taken a break from the fu, even now, I feel so lazy, especially as Diana is once again yogaing…
While we were ninjafying ourselves I saw some bikers roll up with touring gear and one of them had a bike beyond belief!  A photographer from Mexico city, a dude from Italy with a two bikes tall bike, the picture will explain what I cannot quite put into words, let alone truly understand, and a lady from France, all headed to San Francisco for the largest critical mass event ever!
Suffice to say, things begin to get really cool, paddling canoes in the lagoon, using the paddle boat, the ones with the foot pedals, making meals together, I managed to put together a gargantuan fire made from a 3-4 ft tall palm trunk that was around 3 feet in diameter and was hollowed out.  Once this got fired up, I slid a very dense 6 ft section of palm trunkminside and the fire burned till morning, well, it did that both days, but this second day, as you can see, was pretty epic.
That night, after an acupuncture session for the Italian with the most insane bike ever, he had the revenge Montezuma style.  We did needles and had him eat coal from the fire, making sure he chewed it well and of course, that it was no longer hot…
We sat around the fire being serenaded in various languages and got to hang with a couple from Mexico and Canada.  The MOUSE, I gathering wood slightly tipsy, in the dark, barefoot with nothing but a sarong and I spy with my little eye, two pieces of flat wood, taken from something at some point and left there to rot, or apparently become a home for a mouse.  I pick up the wood and see something black, I think it is just wood rot, but then, it jumps and soft fur hits me in the side of the head, my left cheek, I freak, drop some of the wood, meanwhile, bravest mouse of all, tumbles, hits the ground, and then charges my foot!  Hits me with its little furry head and disappears.  I was attacked by a mouse.  Much respect, seriously, if a mouse can do it, well, so can we, there is wisdom in that attack.  Someone comes and tries to take your house, your home, your livelihood, give em HELL, and then get outta the way to live another day….  I love you MOUSE!
Truly a rad time.  We were told the road south was being worked on and was about 20k of deep descent with a soupy gravel dirt mixture, so, we hitched a ride and thankfully!  When we got to the work zone it was an absolute mess, fortunately, we were mere spectators on the Hill of Hell, not my name, there was a sign that called it that, and the ride to Santa Rosalia was a done deal. We got picked up again, by a freind of a freind of Dianas brother and I am now writing this from a easy chair:)
We will use the time and the apartment that have been given to us to work on the machines, maybe teach some classes, no schools to speak at as they are all on break, maybe find some groupsor something and work on setting up for the places we will be going…  And of course, I will go about healing my arm with kung fu.

Day to here, i just ran off three dogs that had entered our hosts hen coop and am ready to call this a wrap…. Aloha!

The first sign that the Oasis was going to be rad were the dates scattered all over the ground, they werent just palm trees, they were date palms!  Lush greenery was everywhere, for the first time since we left Ensenada, not even Ensenada, I cant remember the last place of this trip I saw so much green…  Perhaps San Diego, though there is so much city, the green tends to get lost…
The water was perfect, cool enough to refresh, warm enough to be easy to get into, little fishies would come and nibble after a bit andnthe bottom ranged from a corse sand to a smooth silt that in places would swalow your leg to the knee.
We made fire, big bonfire, care was needed as the entire oasis had suffered a fairly severe fire, the telltale signs were everywhere, blackened trunks on most of the palms and a very sincere plea from the owner to be very careful with my 4 ft high flames…
Dinner was a simple meal, yet very elegant and tasty, we found an old wire rack and grilled zuchinis, ate tomatoes with Tuong Ot Siracha, or “red cock” sauce…  Its red and the logo is a rooster…
The sleep that night was magical, absolute magic, frogs croaking mating songs, or whatever it was they were discussing, at times it seemed a competition, one would belt out a series of deep sounds, then another would copy and so on around the lagoon.
The ducks would flap and cry out from time to time, the lack of citified lighting allowed for the heavens to display in all thier grandeur and the moon was nearly full as it peeked and peered between the seemingly endless canopy of palms.
We had planned on one night, but it wasnt so easy to leave, the sunrise was epic and provided the necessary impetus to remain an extra day.  That being decided, we broke our fast with a meal of rice and beans at the Rice and Beans  Hotel, Ricardo the owner was a very nice man and gave us the lay of the land when we first rolled into town.
When we returned to camp we each did our thing, Diana her Yoga, me with my kung fu, achy as could be, like breaking rust off of old machinery.  My arm still gives me grief from time to time and the neck rolls sent spasms down to my finger tips….
I never should have taken a break from the fu, even now, I feel so lazy, especially as Diana is once again yogaing…
While we were ninjafying ourselves I saw some bikers roll up with touring gear and one of them had a bike beyond belief!  A photographer from Mexico city, a dude from Italy with a two bikes tall bike, the picture will explain what I cannot quite put into words, let alone truly understand, and a lady from France, all headed to San Francisco for the largest critical mass event ever!
Suffice to say, things begin to get really cool, paddling canoes in the lagoon, using the paddle boat, the ones with the foot pedals, making meals together, I managed to put together a gargantuan fire made from a 3-4 ft tall palm trunk that was around 3 feet in diameter and was hollowed out.  Once this got fired up, I slid a very dense 6 ft section of palm trunkminside and the fire burned till morning, well, it did that both days, but this second day, as you can see, was pretty epic.
That night, after an acupuncture session for the Italian with the most insane bike ever, he had the revenge Montezuma style.  We did needles and had him eat coal from the fire, making sure he chewed it well and of course, that it was no longer hot…
We sat around the fire being serenaded in various languages and got to hang with a couple from Mexico and Canada.  The MOUSE, I gathering wood slightly tipsy, in the dark, barefoot with nothing but a sarong and I spy with my little eye, two pieces of flat wood, taken from something at some point and left there to rot, or apparently become a home for a mouse.  I pick up the wood and see something black, I think it is just wood rot, but then, it jumps and soft fur hits me in the side of the head, my left cheek, I freak, drop some of the wood, meanwhile, bravest mouse of all, tumbles, hits the ground, and then charges my foot!  Hits me with its little furry head and disappears.  I was attacked by a mouse.  Much respect, seriously, if a mouse can do it, well, so can we, there is wisdom in that attack.  Someone comes and tries to take your house, your home, your livelihood, give em HELL, and then get outta the way to live another day….  I love you MOUSE!
Truly a rad time.  We were told the road south was being worked on and was about 20k of deep descent with a soupy gravel dirt mixture, so, we hitched a ride and thankfully!  When we got to the work zone it was an absolute mess, fortunately, we were mere spectators on the Hill of Hell, not my name, there was a sign that called it that, and the ride to Santa Rosalia was a done deal. We got picked up again, by a freind of a freind of Dianas brother and I am now writing this from a easy chair:)
We will use the time and the apartment that have been given to us to work on the machines, maybe teach some classes, no schools to speak at as they are all on break, maybe find some groupsor something and work on setting up for the places we will be going…  And of course, I will go about healing my arm with kung fu.

Day to here, i just ran off three dogs that had entered our hosts hen coop and am ready to call this a wrap…. Aloha!

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