I just spent nearly a week at the beach, near a place called Tecoman. The company I'm gapping with has a camp there to care for and breed turtles, and since nothing was happening here in semana santa, I decided to spend a week doing something very different to anything I've ever done before. I also decided to cycle from tecoman to the camp - about 20-25 km. The cycling was great, but caused some problems; when I came to board my coach, after confirming twice that I was able to put a bike in the baggage, the coach driver told me I couldn't. Luckily, I managed to make him so late that he eventually, grudgingly, let me put it in, which I managed with very little problem. Once in Tecoman, I also had the problems of not having a big enought bag, which was easily and cheaply solved at the nearest supermarket, and then of actually finding the motorway I needed to follow. This was easier said than done, but after about an hour of asking I finally got pointed in the right direction (if mexicans don't know the right direction, they don't admit it, they just point you in the wrong one) and I was off, cycling through the midday sun to El Ahijadero the town (house?) where the Turtle Camp is.
I rolled up on my bike, and everyone looked surprised. It turned out that the one guy at the camp who knew that I was coming wasn't there, but they didn't really care anyway, I suppose an extra pair of hands is always good. I was quickly put to work digging and raking with the others, and soon had some lovely blisters to show for it. The people at the camp are great too, and I had a lot of fun just chilling out and chatting to them, which is what they do most of the time it seems! The rest of the week was much of the same: releasing baby turtles, making a trench to protect our tents from the rising tide, and on one day going with a crazy old man to feed crocodiles.
I also managed to convince everyone at the camp to come back to Guzmán for the weekend, which turned out to be a very good one, with a great night out and a relaxing morning after spent at the park.
In other news, I'm also going, hopefully, to have an exhibition of some photos, portraity type ones of the volunteers, so I'm pretty excited about that too! I'll put the photos on the site, so have a look!
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Turtles and Exhibitions
I just spent nearly a week at the beach, near a place called Tecoman. The company I'm gapping with has a camp there to care for and breed turtles, and since nothing was happening here in semana santa, I decided to spend a week doing something very different to anything I've ever done before. I also decided to cycle from tecoman to the camp - about 20-25 km. The cycling was great, but caused some problems; when I came to board my coach, after confirming twice that I was able to put a bike in the baggage, the coach driver told me I couldn't. Luckily, I managed to make him so late that he eventually, grudgingly, let me put it in, which I managed with very little problem. Once in Tecoman, I also had the problems of not having a big enought bag, which was easily and cheaply solved at the nearest supermarket, and then of actually finding the motorway I needed to follow. This was easier said than done, but after about an hour of asking I finally got pointed in the right direction (if mexicans don't know the right direction, they don't admit it, they just point you in the wrong one) and I was off, cycling through the midday sun to El Ahijadero the town (house?) where the Turtle Camp is.
I rolled up on my bike, and everyone looked surprised. It turned out that the one guy at the camp who knew that I was coming wasn't there, but they didn't really care anyway, I suppose an extra pair of hands is always good. I was quickly put to work digging and raking with the others, and soon had some lovely blisters to show for it. The people at the camp are great too, and I had a lot of fun just chilling out and chatting to them, which is what they do most of the time it seems! The rest of the week was much of the same: releasing baby turtles, making a trench to protect our tents from the rising tide, and on one day going with a crazy old man to feed crocodiles.
I also managed to convince everyone at the camp to come back to Guzmán for the weekend, which turned out to be a very good one, with a great night out and a relaxing morning after spent at the park.
In other news, I'm also going, hopefully, to have an exhibition of some photos, portraity type ones of the volunteers, so I'm pretty excited about that too! I'll put the photos on the site, so have a look!
Related posts: