About Gar

I'm "retired" - whatever that means. I think that retirement should be about more than sitting on my butt watching the idiot box, waiting for someone to haul me off to a "senior citizen center" where they would no doubt shot me up with some kind of crap to keep me docile, tie me in a chair, feed me apple sauce, wipe drool off my chin ever once in a while, and change my pants once a day if I was lucky. So, I'm making a break for it while I can. Hopefully, I will die out there somewhere on the road while I can still change my own pants. And just for the record, I'm not that crazy about apple sauce either.

On a Roll in Little Rock

I think Im on a roll here in Little Rock
I’m solid as a stone Baby wait and see
I got just one small problem here in little rock
Without you Baby I’m not me
– from a song by Colin Raye

I’ve been in Arkansas for way too long, about three weeks but it seems like a lot longer. I got a lot of rest, caught some nice fish but now I am in Little Rock waiting for the plane, enroute to Australia. I want to say “Thanks” to my cousin Diane who has been my gracious host for all that time. Now though, I am rolling again and happy to be.

While I was here, my 82 year old mom was involved in an accident (not her fault.) Her hip was broken. It was fixed yesterday and she seems to be doing okay although she is in pain and faces a few weeks of tough physical therapy. After talking it over with her, I decided to continue on. She has some good folks with her and watching out for her so there is no problem there.

Truth is, I have hit a lull in my wanderlust though. All I really want to do is go back to Mexico. I am in the middle of establishing a “base” there and miss the friends I made there. I am also anxious to get on with learning Spanish. I’ve got Rosetta Stone loaded on my computer so I can do that but it is not the same (and not nearly as effective) as having a whole city of people to practice on. (And, it is not nearly as much fun as having Shelley correct my pronouncation.)

I do want to thank my sister and her husband Rob for agreeing to give me shelter while I am in Australia. I know I am going to enjoy my visit. I am looking forward to seeing them. I am enthusiastic. Really. It is going to be a lot of fun. I am looking forward to my first real “fish and chips.”




My brother Choctaw with a stringer of fish he caught.

Middle April is a great time to go fishing in Arkansas. That’s what my brother Choctaw and I did today.

Choctaw picked me up this morning about 7 AM. We went by a bait shop and picked up a bucket of minnows then we headed out to a small lake owned by a friend of Choctaw’s. We caught fish until we were tired of catching fish but we pressed on anyway until all the minnows were gone.

We caught crappy and bass with Choctaw landing a catfish that would have weighted about four pounds. The crappy and bass went from one to three pounds. The fish in the picture above were not what we caught today. Choctaw caught those a few days ago. He didn’t want (or need) any more fish so we immediately released everything we caught today – therefor, no fish were killed in the production of this blog post.

On the Way Home to Catemaco

El Centro in Catemaco, Mexico

I’m in Veracruz, population somewhere around three million people. In the morning I will get on a plane bound for the USA. I haven’t been there for over five months. Despite the illnesses I suffered in my early travels, I have been having a great time. I have made many friends, I have seen many interesting and beautiful sights, and I have found myself a new home here in Mexico.

Getting back to the states will be “interesting”; all the stuff for sale in stores, all the traffic, all the hustle and bustle and all the stress. Still, this time I will not be a part of it. My home is in Catemaco where I will return after this trip. But first:

three weeks in Arkansas,

five weeks in Australia,

one more week in Arkansas,

And then home to Mexico.

I will enjoy seeing everybody. I will enjoy seeing Australia. But, there is no place like home. For me, that is now Mexico.

When I get back to Catemaco, I have a house waiting for me not far from the center of town. It is nice place; safe, secure and so reasonably priced that by US standards it is ridiculously low. Don’t misunderstand. I am still going to travel the world but between trips I will come home to Mexico. Travel is wonderful but there is no place like home.

Easter Pirate Adventure

One of the first words I learned here is “Pirate” which is pronounced “Pee-RAH-tuh” in Spanish. It means a truck that carries passengers for money. Since riding in the back of a pickup is now illegal in most of the US, pirates are a chance to do something I last did as a kid. Plus, they are cheap transportation.

Every couple of days, I ride one out to Pozolapan to see Shelley. Shelley and other people have told me stories about pirates crammed full of people. Today on my way back to Catemaco, I had that experience for myself.

The pickup was a Toyota with an extended cab; typical for pirates. What was not typical today was the number of people. Since it was Easter, I guess everybody was trying to get somewhere else. There were three people in the front seat, four people in the backseat, and in the back (where I was) there were nineteen more people – and this was not a long wheelbase Toyota either.

So there I was, riding in a pickup carrying 26 people. That is a sight you don’t see in the States. The cool thing was, nobody acted “put out” over it. Everyone just scooted over the best they could to make room for everybody else. Mexico and the Mexican people are just pretty much like that, laid back and easygoing about circumstances that are unavoidable. In transportation, this includes overcrowding sometimes. On average there are about seven people per car in Mexico, compared to about six in Argentina, ten in Chile and less than two in the USA and Canada.

Still, there remains the question in many gringos minds – “Is it safe?” The short answer is it didn’t kill me. At least not yet. Statistically, it is probably not the best thing to do if safety is your overriding concern. In fact, as far as road safety, Mexico doesn’t rank very well.

Part of the safety issue in Mexico is the low budget it allocates each year for road safety—just US$0.40 compared to more than $3.00/person in the USA, more than $7.00/person in Canada and up to $40.00/person in some European countries. As a result of this, it is no surprise that a high percentage of drivers involved in traffic accidents in Mexico have alcohol in their system. This is one of the reasons why accidents are statistically more frequent in the evenings from Thursday to Saturday. One study reported that as many as 1 in 3 of drivers in Guadalajara was under the influence of alcohol while driving, and 1 in 5 of Mexico City drivers.

Maybe the fairest way of ranking countries for traffic safety is to look at traffic deaths per 100,000 population. Mexico has 21 traffic related deaths per 100,000 population. Brazil has 18, China has 17, India has 17, Indonesia 16, and Thailand has 20. Though Mexico is slightly better than Peru (22), Venezuela (22), Russia (25), and Pakistan (25). Mexico is significantly behind some of the other Western Hemisphere countries such as Canada (9), USA (11), Argentina (14), Colombia (17) and even Guatemala with 15 traffic related deaths per 100,000.

The major countries with the safest traffic are Japan (5), UK (5), Germany (6), and France (8). The least safe countries are mostly in Africa and include Egypt (42), Ethiopia (35), Kenya (34), Nigeria (32), the Congo (32) and South Africa (33).

Still, there is nothing like riding in the back of a pickup. And I don’t think about statistics when I’m there. I’m just enjoying the wind, the sun, and the view.

Freaking Out in Catemaco

Catemaco, Catemaco, ahh Catemaco. I’ve been in Catemaco now for a month; still got a month to go. Sounds like a prison sentence when I say it that way, doesn’t it?

Anyway, I think I’ve been here too long. This little town is okay, but…. I could make a list here but it would just be boring and I’m bored enough as it is. Suffice it to say, Catemaco is just not right for me. One more month and then I’m outta here, a couple of weeks in the US doing taxes and seeing folks, then on to Australia for a bit.

But right now, I’m freaking out here in Catemaco. Bought some little external speakers for my computer and I’ve got them cranking. Today I wanted some good ole USA rock ‘n roll. So, I’ve been dancing around the place playing Don Henley’s “Get Over It” and Shooter Jennings “4th of July.” It’s good exercise for an old man. 🙂

My Geckos

Nothing says “you are now in the tropics” quite like bamboo-bladed ceiling fans. Unless it is geckos on the walls. My ceiling fans aren’t bamboo but I do have the geckos.

I have at least two geckos. I can tell them apart because Number One is bigger than Number Two. This is my Gecko number one. He was sitting on the screen of one the bedroom windows catching some morning rays. Geckos are harmless little lizards, but in the tropics, they serve a vital household chore. They kill and eat other insects. including cockroaches, mosquitoes and termites.

Geckos have the ability to camouflage themselves. They can change body color to blend with their background. If you see one, don’t try to grab it. If you happen to touch their tail, it will instantly break off. This little trait helps them escape from their predators. Of course, they do have the remarkable ability to regrow a lost tail.

Another remarkable ability of the Gecko is to walk on glass or on ceilings. The picture above is a close up of the gecko’s foot showing how they accomplish a feat that Spiderman would envy.