Because today is Sunday, the drive out of Villahermosa was not as congested and challenging as the drive in was last night. Everything looks better in bright sunshine and the countryside was picturesque. Big fluffy clouds were reflected in the still waters flooding the fields. The roads were lined with blooming trees; the African tulip trees were especially dramatic. The pineapple plantations of yesterday gave way to grazing herds of cows. Everything looked so lush and green it must be easy to keep the cattle well fed here. Occasionally, all traffic came to a halt as we yielded to a herd of cows being driven down the road. Some of the herding was done by cowboys on horseback and pick up trucks brought up the rear.
Many of the families we past on the street were in their Sunday best on the way to church. It is amazing how neat and clean people look when their homes are so small and dilapidated. The women work miracles with their laundry pails and wash boards. Many people waved and smiled. We are looking forward to seeing a carnival parade before the season ends, but today we were the parade as our 19 rigs inched through the bustling towns.
As we left the state of Tabasco and entered Campeche state, we wondered how we all would fare at the agriculture check. Our leaders warned us that they might ask about fruits and vegetables, but more likely they were going to confiscate pork, chicken or eggs from our refrigerators. Apparently they are trying to keep animal diseases out of Campeche. The folks driving motor homes, emptied their freezers and hid the ground meat and chicken breasts in their pillow cases and washing machines to prepare for this stop. When the inspectors came inside, there was little left for them to see, although one rig lost a pork roast which fell on the floor when the inspector opened the freezer door. When we are driving and our slide outs are in, our refrigerator is totally inaccessible. I took the inspector inside as he requested, but one look at the dining table slid up tight against the kitchen counter and he was ready to move on.
We began to head northeast as we rounded the bottom of the coast and the sea came into view once again. Isla Aguada is on a series of barrier islands that are connected by long toll bridges. This area is clearly a recreation spot with lovely beaches, hotels, and restaurants, but almost all of them were closed. We are guessing that this is not the season that everyone comes to the beach, although we don't know why. We are certainly happy to be here in the warm. Perhaps people from the interior come here to cool off when it really is summer and the temperatures are high.
Our campground is right on the beach and owned by a seriously disabled American who tools around in a wheel chair. He lives on the grounds in an RV a lot like ours and we wonder how he manages. This country is definitely not handicapped accessible. Although the water from the spigots is only a trickle, he has worked hard to make this facility more like what we are used to at home. The electricity is fairly robust and some of us even have sewer connections. Each campsite has been cut into the jungle plants and none of us with satellite dishes have access to the sky. We had dinner in the restaurant on the grounds and the owner supervised from his chair, making sure that the french fries were hot and the coffee strong. Tomorrow's agenda is empty and this will be a great spot to swing in the hammock on the beach.