This RV park wasn’t really an RV park – it was another balneario and while there was electricity and water hookups, there were no sewage hookups. After camping for three nights, and staying here for three nights, we needed to empty the tanks. I asked the park management if they had a port we could dump into, he suggested the creek. Kind of a repeat of the conversation I had in El Chico. They finally got me in contact with a local septic pumping service who came out to assess the situation. He didn’t have a way to hook up to us, but he did help us identify the sewer man hole cover in the street and helped us dislodge it from years of neglect. The day we left, we popped the sucker open and dumped… quite the sight. We knew that this might be an issue/option for us and we were -mostly- prepared for it.

El Pizote did however, become the instigator in mischief… as the man hole cover was popped open, the hole went down about 5 meters. The walls were -covered- in cockroaches of all sizes. I prodded Gary to spray the coc… wash down the walls with his grey water. I’ve never seen so many cockroaches run into the daylight and onto the street before in my life. As I was standing a ways back to avoid the wonderful smells of Gary’s grey water, I was largely unaffected by the cockroach swarm. Gary and Rocco, on the other hand started dancing, stomping, and squealing like… While this story is true, as always, editorial liberties have been taken – take it for what it’s worth.

We parked on a side street and as always, I am first to hop out – many times before the truck has come to a stop. The first thing I noticed were all of the bakery smells wafting through the air. My natural reaction was first to salivate, and then to find the closest bakery, which happened to be around the corner.