I went to Navajoa to meet with Juan, our accountant and to file our taxes with SAT. Their offices were closed because it is a holiday, but Juan was able to return to his office and file online.
I knew I would miss the Alamos parade and horse dancing, which is my favorite. But I had high hopes there would be a larger event in Navajoa.
Alot of people do not like Navajoa, it is very dusty and driving down from the mountains, it appears to even have a cloud of dust hanging over it. I don't mind it, it is the closest thing I can come to for decent shopping and now that I am more familiar with town, I enjoy going there.
Navajoa, however does have one drawback, its absurd traffic rules. These are simply rules of the road and driver. Cars are parked, sometimes 2 abreast along the curbs and cars from incoming streets often pull right out into the intersections in order to block traffic so they can cross.
This has caused a few stressfull close calls for me and from what I hear, quite a few other folks as well. So this morning I developed my new driving plan for Navajoa. I now drive on the center line of the 2 lanes going my direction. It was very simple today this way.
No one tried to pass me, no one honked, no one seemed to care. I felt like the leader of the pack. I could easily see vendors if they should try and push their carts across the road. I could see all the pedestrians as they ran across the street in between cars. I could quickly see the window washers and they stayed away from me.
I was stopped at a light, in the middle of both lanes and an older woman tried to cross as the light was changing. She fell in the middle of the road, in front of my 2 lanes. The world stood still.
Every car door opened and before I could even get out of the truck at least 20 wonderful people had surrounded her and were helping her up and across safely to the other side. The light changed again at least 3 times before we all began moving. I was still straddling both lanes and I liked it.
I liked it so much that I rode all the way north through town that way and then, back south.
Hoping to find the parade, I drove around the plaza, for the 3rd time, on the line between the 2 lanes, but there was no band, no gathering, no horse dancing.
I finally parked, legally, at the plaza and a sat on an iron bench for awhile. A nice policia came up to me and asked how I was. I told him fine, but where were the Cinco de Mayo festivities?
He said.......en Alamos.
I got in my car and drove home. It is indeed very festive here.
Que tengas buen noche!