Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Friday, January 20, 2017

Money, drugs and power - or lack of power

It is the fission of fear, the feeling of being a part of something dangerous, but not actually in danger, that stokes the internet wildfires. The desire to be a part of the news as it happens: I was there. But I’m safe. I was close, but nothing happened. I have a friend who was there and he said …..

TV Isla Mujeres, Cancun January 17th
When the recent shootings happened in Cancun, the internet blazed with news, comments, and speculation. The official reports maintain that the attack was a response to the new governor's anti-crime initiatives. The police headquarters were stormed by cartel soldiers who were unhappy with the authorities. One police officer and three bad guys were killed, and another five were captured. The police and gang members took the fight into a high-speed movie-style chase through the streets of Centro, scaring city residents and the customers at Plaza las Americas’ shopping center into thinking they were under attack.

Local kids enjoying a peaceful time on Isla
It’s a heartbreaking news story that will affect many of our island neighbours who are trying to eke out a living, to live a happy life, to watch their children grow and have families of their own. 

This area relies heavily on tourism. Millions of visitors from many countries in the world, as well as from other parts of Mexico, visit the Cancun-Riviera Maya every year. 

The stories of fear and danger will dramatically slow or stop the flow of tourists to this area.

1991, Switzerland with Brits & Europeans
We have vivid memories of 1991, the year of the first Gulf War. Americans were advised by their State Department not to travel to Europe, as it was too dangerous. 

As Canadians, we were not affected by the US travel ban. 

For six months, we explored Scotland, Northern Ireland, Erie, Wales, England, France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Spain, Andorra, and Portugal with our pick of accommodations, even the ones that were typically booked two years in advance. In the six months of traveling, we met dozens of Canadians, hundreds of Europeans and eight Americans. 

2001, the empty Intercontinental Hotel in Bali
In 2001, a few months after the bombing of a nightclub in Bali, we spent a delightful two weeks in a charmingly generous and gentle culture when hotels were nearly empty, and restaurants were closing due to lack of tourists. 

Every Balinese national that we met said, “Thank you for coming to Bali.” Their small country was nearly destitute from the drop in tourism.

This isn’t a Mexico problem; it is a worldwide problem. Whether it is some crazy person shooting up a school, or bombing a cultural icon, or gangs involved in turf wars, it isn’t going to go away. Please don’t let this stupidity control your life.

And an interesting quote from an experienced authority.

"Chicago has had close to a 1,000 shootings in the last year," said Walter McKay, a former Vancouver police detective who is an expert on security issues in Mexico. "I still don't see a travel advisory on any websites for Chicago."

"The drug cartels are business entities," McKay said. "They're there to make money. And if they start shooting up and doing this all the time and all the tourists flee, well, what's the point of having the Playa del Carmen area under your control?" Quote taken from an Article by Nicole Ireland


And other happenings in paradise.

On Sunday night, the underwater electrical feed, a cable that runs between the mainland and Isla Mujeres, was damaged by a yacht anchoring near Playa Norte, leaving the entire island without power for fourteen hours as the electrical company scrambled to make repairs. Then again, on Monday night, right around supper time, the power was cut to make additional repairs.  Okay, bad timing for the intentional power outage, but when the crews are working non-stop, they do what they have to do to fix the problem.

Traffic jam on the water, North Beach 
We started to think about the funny and slightly annoying things that happen during a power outage. Money that can’t be dispensed by ATM’s. Gasoline that can’t be pumped into motos and vehicles for a community that habitually purchases small amounts of gas daily. Or the lack of cold beer.

One very inventive owner of a local taco eatery brought an operating moto (motorcycle) inside the restaurant, using the headlight as illumination for his customers. 

It was a two-walled restaurant with lots of open space for air circulation. It probably wasn't the healthiest solution, but it was inventive.
Lights for dinners R Lacey photo

And then there were the teenagers, deprived of the internet or phone texting, who were forced to communicate verbally with family and friends.

OMG, fourteen hours without updating their Twitter, Facebook, and Snapchat accounts, it’s a teenager’s nightmare.

During the power cuts, we realized we were actually well-organized. We had propane for cooking. 

Fifteen wind-proof candle-lanterns normally used for romantic evenings on our patio, plus a dozen spare candles. 

Six flashlights were stashed in various locations around the house, and extra batteries. 

Bottled water. Food in the cupboard for us, Sparky, and Tommy.
Wind-proof lanterns, handy during a power outage
 A hand-operated can opener. Wine to drink and books to read.  

Avid readers, we stopped purchasing paper books ten years ago due to the lack of new material available when living in a foreign country. 

E-readers are handy to have, as long as we remember to keep them charged and at least one or two unread books downloaded and ready to go. Otherwise, they are just another useless electronic device when the power and the internet are out.

Beginning of another warm and sunny day
We certainly weren’t going to freeze to death in temperatures hovering around the mid-seventies F, or mid-twenties C. 

Life was good. We were all set for the current situation.

Hasta Luego

Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Tommy





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Friday, January 23, 2015

The Price of Dreaming!

White sand beach, original lighthouse
Most of us like to dream about a holiday away, somewhere different than our hometown or city, perhaps someplace warm to break up the chill of the winter months. 
Dreaming costs money!
Until a month ago, our number three spot in readership was held by Russia, just behind the USA and Mexico. Now, with the ruble in a free fall against the American dollar and other world currencies, they barely register anymore on our daily and weekly totals. I guess their vacation dreams have been dashed by the economic downturn.
Tarzan's on the Beach
On the other hand, until a few weeks ago, when France was attacked by terrorists, we had very few followers of this blog from that country. Suddenly, the French readership has increased dramatically. You would think that they would be hunkering down at home, instead of dreaming of vacations in the Caribbean.
Harbour with Navy boats, and a car ferry
Scratching our heads over the sudden shift in readership, we compared, via various internet sites, wages and cost of living in Mexico and France. The average monthly wage, after taxes, in France is around $2700.00 (USD), but everything except the nationally protected French wine and bread is much more expensive than in Mexico.
Kite surfing at Playa Norte
Then, when we compared the basic cost of living in either Mexico or Russia, a few surprising details stood out. First, the average monthly salary for workers in both countries was very similar, hitting around $700.00 (USD). The basic foods such as vegetables, meat, eggs, and bread are similar in prices, but the Russians pay much more for rental accommodation, entertainment, restaurant meals, clothing and utilities. If that's the case, there is very little money available for vacations.
Public walkway on south-east side of Isla
Looking at our readership numbers again caused a bit more head scratching; the Czech Republic followers have also increased substantially in recent weeks. So, once again, we compared the basic average wages and cost of living. The average worker in the Czech Republic earns around $1000.00 USD, but their expenses are slightly higher than in Mexico. It's pretty much evens out.
Sand and sun and surf - Playa Norte
Figuring out why the sudden decline in Russian readership was easy. They have less money to spend on non-essentials. But deciphering why the followers in France and the Czech Republic have dramatically increased…not a clue! I guess they finally discovered this part of Mexico, this little island paradise.

Beautiful gate painted tropical orange
Weekly, we write about living in paradise on a tropical island, and we love it here, but it is not about a place so much as it is about an individual paradise. Whether your paradise is spending time with family, friends, your favourite critter, a great glass of wine, or just relaxing, life is meant to be enjoyed.
Wherever you live, keep dreaming! Eventually, your dreams will materialize. We all have our personal notes from paradise.

Hasta luego, Lawrie, Lynda, Sparky, and Thomas the Cat



Friday, July 6, 2012

How strange we consider a foreign country "home."

Isla Mujeres garbage truck when it was newer.
At six in the morning, I can hear the tired engine and the loud exhaust sounds of the muffler-less municipal garbage truck. 

The crew operating the garbage truck are currently only two houses south of ours. I have to hustle to get the can out on the street before they pass by.  The guys wave and holler a greeting as the truck slowly rolls up to our curb. 

One worker tosses the full can high into the air, towards his buddy, who is perched atop the myriad of reeking plastic bags and cardboard boxes. Our can is emptied, and carefully placed back on the street right-side up with the lid affixed.  They laugh, joke with each other. One guy sings bits of a song that could be ribald, off-colour, judging by the way it makes the others giggle. 

It's good to be back on Isla.

At the Eiffel Tower in Paris

During May and June, we travelled for six weeks through Dieppe, Vimy Ridge, Dunkirk, the Loire Valley, Paris, southern France, Cinque Terre, Tuscany and Venice before returning home via London. 

We mangled several languages, speaking a combination of French, Spanish, and English with the odd word of Italian tossed in the mix for that truly continental sound. 

We ate delicious food, but missed the 'heat' - the spice of Mexican foods. Apparently, our palates have adjusted to Mexican food better than we thought. 



Spaghetti and Mussels in Italy

We drank different wines and beers, enjoying Belgian beers and French wines a bit more than German beers and Italian wines. We dealt with crowded underground transit systems, high-speed trains, city buses and commuter boats. And the crowds. 

Line-ups to see museums. Line-ups to get on the trains. Line-ups everywhere! 

The sights, the sounds, the smells - all different. New. Exciting.

Cinque Terre area of Italy
Now, sitting on our street-side balcony, we watch friends speed past on their motos or golf carts. They yell hello, welcome back, and wave as they speed past. Sue Lo, on her daily walk around the airport, stops to chat - recounting her recent adventures in Machu Picchu. 

My sister Joann dashes up the street with her laundry bag in hand, coming for a morning coffee and to do her laundry.  She has misjudged the intensity of the scudding clouds and is soaked with a warm deluge as she arrives at our house. 

Motos are often used as trucks.(M.Watt)
A motorcycle slowly putts past with two adults. The woman is clutching onto a little one, so small that one tiny foot with a yellow bootie is all that is visible. 

A young girl, standing in the footwell of a motorcycle, turns to chat with her dad as he drives her somewhere special. 

She is wearing a pink and white polka-dotted dress and a matching bow in her hair. Her happy smile is wide and loving as she looks at him. 


Parisian woman on motorcycle (K.Lock photo)



The contrast between the Isla motorcyclists and the Armani-suited motorcyclists or the beautiful fashionistas riding bicycles in Paris is startling to say the least. 



 





In the evening, we sit on the east side of the house, wine glass in hand, staring at the turquoise ocean, aware that we missed this most of all. 

The colours.  The sounds.  The smell of the water.

We will always be proudly Canadian. But Mexico is home.

Hasta pronto, Lynda & Lawrie


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