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When last I wrote a rain storm was blowing my doors off, but it passed…I have visited Ports, bays, harbors over the last 3 days.

Childsplay wrote a comment about interesting people & a renewal of faith in mankind. On the road, especially in out of the way places, I find that most people are good, kind, tolerant,etc. We kind of lean on each other. There were the people from West London that shared tea…(I had water). A group from Germany that stopped where I had pulled over to take a picture to see if I needed help. Just last night as I was checking in at a converted farm to RV park, a couple from Holland broke off a piece of mint chocolate chip cookie so that I would be motivated to buy a freshly baked cookie. Then they invited me to join them. They lived inly an hour from where I served my mission.

The strangest for me was in Zeballos (a port!) I had gone through town once looking for a place to put the rig for the night. On my second pass through two ladies walked out into the street to ask if I needed help. They told me the guy in the bar owned the hotel, restaurant, fresh vegetable stand, RV park…get it, he owned everything! Name was Wayne, brown as a berry. Remember its 59 & cloudy on a summer day! Turns out he spends 2 weeks out of every 6 in Mazatlan where his wife is a dentist…I couldn’t make this stuff up. I sat there with these two women & Wayne in the bar all afternoon. The RV park was described as a ghetto. It would give a ghetto a bad name. When the husbands got off work they all smoked & it came into my rig. Fabreze saved me that night.

Later today I’ll upload a representative number of pictures to give you a feel about what I’ve been through the last few days.

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