Taking advantage of the Inktober project to put together my comic book about buying my sailboat. Hopefully when Inktober comes to the end of the month, I will have completed the story.  This is the plan! and then with those drawings I can start on turning the story into a comic book.

A traveler spends a lot of time waiting mostly in line ups to go to wherever, anytime.

When all that waiting is over it’s time to face a strange new world.

Mostly, getting a taxi  in a foreign place at night feels a lot like this:

or like this:

Where to?

The  Salvadoran taxi driver knew the station I meant and was probably used to going there.

He dropped me off and carried my suitcase in right to the ticket booth.  Spanish was the first language here,

the staff was friendly and very helpful and more than happy  to help me practice my spanish.  I could have been in Mexico already, but I had yet to cross that now infamous border.

I settled in to the Executivo bus, so comfy and clean and luxurious really and slept some.

I slept on and off, unsettled by all that was said in the media about this area of the world, especially the unrest in the southern states and the recent shootings there.  I was looking forward to being on the other side of the border into Mexico. That in itself was king of strange considering that a few years ago it was the opposite.  So when I was drawing this I thought of those « Dirty devils » I’d seen dancing in Panama, those characters with the purses.  The purses made them somehow less of a threat, but still a great symbol of that eternal fight between good and evil. The long and short of it was that slept some, and woke often.  It stayed dark outside, with no lights at all along the highway.

 

**** I haven’t inserted a pic for the border crossing… will have to do that…  the thing was that I didn’t get to officially cross the border and there was no one to explain that to me… it was an issue I had to deal with later…

We arrived inn Guaymas in the early morning .  I saw the sun rise over the hills and the scenery took shape.  There were only a dozen people on that great big bus, and they dissipated quickly on arrival, so that by the time I came to the waiting room, I was quite alone there.

Once I travelled without cell phone or internet, until the internet cafes, but I had no GPS to guide me through the streets of city or to my way out of an airport or a train station.  Then I relied on people, the available personal, strangers sometimes.  Usually it worked and at the same time I interacted more.  I must say, I like the independence and reassurance cellphone data provides.

That’s the thing about taxis, if you can’t find them, they’ll find you.

I’m not happy with the background person…

This one is arriving at my destination, finding the right place to stay, hotel or other is a huge thing when a person is travelling.  It’s about the long hours in transit and looking for a quiet place to re-coup at the end.  Los Jitos was a great choice.

After 24 hours of travel in subways, planes, busses and taxis, finding a bed in a quiet room.

Looking forward to crashing into sleep for the next few hours.  Los Jitos provided with characteristic Mexican welcome!

Happiness is:

No, of course not.  I’m not too tired to go look at a boat!

Give me 5 minutes.

!

and off we went to see a boat.

 

End of part 1. I can t edit the image as I would like on the phone. Time to start a new page !