We're getting settled into our house here in Mazatlan and it's large and clean and comfortable. The only problem is I'm not able to get my computer to work on the internet there. Sometimes these iBooks have a problem with certain networks. I'm trying to scramble it out today. Meanwhile I'm posting from a nearby coffee shop.
I shall quickly tell you the sad story of Monday afternoon. I can do so now that the stress is relieved and everything worked out. We returned from El Fuerte on a different road that came through many little villages with topes, speed bumps, pedestrians, school children , burros and carts. It was a very slow drive, so when we hit the highway we were revved to get going to make it to Culiacan to stop overnight for the last leg of our trip. However it was not to be.
Not two miles onto the highway we hit a piece of tire that somehow punctured our oil pan. We pulled over at a fortunately placed gas station and watched all the oil leak out onto the tarmac. So it was Wanda’s turn to get a tow to the repair shop. It took a while before they could take a look to see what other damage might have been done, so we had to take the dogs out and walk around the back streets of Los Mochis for several hours. Finally we found that they could fix it that day and we walked along the highway to the nearest motel (about three kilometers). We were so pleased to find a place that accepted dogs, that it didn’t matter that it was a “no-tell motel.”