On Sunday we decided to drive over to the little fishing village of Yavaros. It’s not far from the campground. There is a big processing plant? cannerie? Lots of commercial shrimp and sardine fishermen moor there boats there. This boat was right out in front of the plant.
Pulled up and stopped just to look around. There were several families there just enjoying the weather and fishing. The couple who went to Alamos with us came with us again. There were five little girls there playing around. Our friend asked them if he could take their picture. They were glad to pose. Got into a group and smiled. He took the picture. Then one of the girls, who looked to be about 10 years old, pulled out her cell phone and asked him to take a picture of them with it. Kind of jarring. A picture taking cell phone and their Dad was fishing in the gulf with a string with a plastic bottle for a float. When he caught the fish they were going to cook it for lunch. Then we went down to the wharf where the boats were moored. Probably close to 100 of them. They were tied four deep and there were row after row of them.
Some of the boats were shrimpers others go out for sardines.
Bill was asking one of the fishermen how long they stayed out at a time. The answer, “from 7 to 30 days at a time.” There were a lot of families here as it was Sunday. Lots of wives and children on the wharf and on the boats. Lots of guys standing around talking and drinking cerveza from coolers in the backs of their pickups. As we were talking to one group of fishermen these two guys showed up. One with his guitar and the other with his base instrument – a white five gallon paint container turned upside down with a broom handle sticking out of it and a rope tied to the handle and going back through the bucket. They sat down and started to play – and sing.
The man in the white t-shirt owns one of the boats.
Check out the guitar. It is well used. Bill decided to pass the hat for them. Everyone got a big laugh out of that.
Then he asked one of the girls standing there listening to dance with him. She giggled and refused. But this guy thought dancing was a good idea.
By then everyone was laughing so much they couldn’t play anymore. Just a picture of one of the boats and their colorful nets.
These were “docked” at the end of the wharf.
Driving back into town we went past this house with the laundry on the fence right next to the dirt road.
With so much dirt and dust blowing around and stirred up by passing traffic you wonder how clean they are by the time they are dry. Everyone has laundry out on the line.
Kids were playing soccer in the streets, families were cooking and eating outside under the shade of the trees. And every house had a different song playing – all turned up full blast. Then came the pickup selling pure water in five gallon jugs. He had a siren that sounds like a police siren. He would hit it every block or so. Whoop! Whoop! This town has many extremes in it. From very nice homes to not so modern homes built right next to each other. These were on the main street.
We took the
periferico ( a road for the big trucks so they don’t have to go through the town) it wasn’t built last year. Well I'm wrong there - it was built it just wasn't paved. Any way it goes along the water of a little bay of sorts where the day fishermen keep their
pangas –little boats. It was low tide and most of the boats were sitting in the mud. Their only passengers were pelicans.
This guy must have just come back; he was selling fresh fish to passersby. A fish called Liza.
Don’t know where she was going – but it would be a long walk either direction.
Back to the campground and dinner at the little restaurant there. Very good.
Also another beautiful sunset. On our last night in Huatabampito.
This is a very short video of the music.
Pulled up and stopped just to look around. There were several families there just enjoying the weather and fishing. The couple who went to Alamos with us came with us again. There were five little girls there playing around. Our friend asked them if he could take their picture. They were glad to pose. Got into a group and smiled. He took the picture. Then one of the girls, who looked to be about 10 years old, pulled out her cell phone and asked him to take a picture of them with it. Kind of jarring. A picture taking cell phone and their Dad was fishing in the gulf with a string with a plastic bottle for a float. When he caught the fish they were going to cook it for lunch. Then we went down to the wharf where the boats were moored. Probably close to 100 of them. They were tied four deep and there were row after row of them. 
Some of the boats were shrimpers others go out for sardines. 
Bill was asking one of the fishermen how long they stayed out at a time. The answer, “from 7 to 30 days at a time.” There were a lot of families here as it was Sunday. Lots of wives and children on the wharf and on the boats. Lots of guys standing around talking and drinking cerveza from coolers in the backs of their pickups. As we were talking to one group of fishermen these two guys showed up. One with his guitar and the other with his base instrument – a white five gallon paint container turned upside down with a broom handle sticking out of it and a rope tied to the handle and going back through the bucket. They sat down and started to play – and sing. 
The man in the white t-shirt owns one of the boats. 
Check out the guitar. It is well used. Bill decided to pass the hat for them. Everyone got a big laugh out of that. 
Then he asked one of the girls standing there listening to dance with him. She giggled and refused. But this guy thought dancing was a good idea. 
By then everyone was laughing so much they couldn’t play anymore. Just a picture of one of the boats and their colorful nets. 
These were “docked” at the end of the wharf. 
Driving back into town we went past this house with the laundry on the fence right next to the dirt road. 
With so much dirt and dust blowing around and stirred up by passing traffic you wonder how clean they are by the time they are dry. Everyone has laundry out on the line. 
Kids were playing soccer in the streets, families were cooking and eating outside under the shade of the trees. And every house had a different song playing – all turned up full blast. Then came the pickup selling pure water in five gallon jugs. He had a siren that sounds like a police siren. He would hit it every block or so. Whoop! Whoop! This town has many extremes in it. From very nice homes to not so modern homes built right next to each other. These were on the main street. 
We took the periferico ( a road for the big trucks so they don’t have to go through the town) it wasn’t built last year. Well I'm wrong there - it was built it just wasn't paved. Any way it goes along the water of a little bay of sorts where the day fishermen keep their pangas –little boats. It was low tide and most of the boats were sitting in the mud. Their only passengers were pelicans. 
This guy must have just come back; he was selling fresh fish to passersby. A fish called Liza.
Don’t know where she was going – but it would be a long walk either direction. 
Back to the campground and dinner at the little restaurant there. Very good. 
Also another beautiful sunset. On our last night in Huatabampito. 
This is a very short video of the music.
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You to find so many ways to have fun. And I also enjoy the unusual and interesting places you visit.
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