Friday afternoon, we decided to stop by Cafe Mogagua for one of those guilty pleasures -- a mocha frappe. As we walked south down Juarez, we noticed the policia truck in front. I told Craig -- your taxi has arrived! Gawkers on the sidewalk stood waiting to see what was happening. Two cops, one toting the big gun, got out of the truck and walked south on Juarez with two Asian women leading the way.
Meanwhile, traffic started backing up. The propane truck lumbered down the street and parked behind the policia truck because it was too wide to pass. A man and a woman pulled up in front of Mogagua seeking gas. They hopped out and quickly made arrangements with the propane guy to fill the small red tank they were carrying in the back of their SUV.
Later we heard through the jungle drums that one of the Asian women thought her wallet had been stolen in a shop. (And I have no idea what the outcome was.) The kid at the shop across the street was also curious.
Juarez is our favorite street to sit and watch real life happen! Here are a few other Friday street scenes.
I asked a local man passing by if he would pose for me with his head in the menu board and he just laughed.
Malatero carrying tables and chairs.
Bimbo dog vendor on his way to work.
A ride from the ferry to the hotel. I missed the first malatero carrying the three kids on a trike.
Girls stylin' in the blue Chevy!
Here's a new tip. I often see posts on message boards from people wanting to know if they can purchase used bikes on the island. The answer is usually check the bike rental shops, but truthfully, those bikes often aren't in the best of shape by the time they're willing to sell them. Check Ricardo at the Fire Opal on Juarez because he now sells good refurbished bikes. While we sat talking to him, he sold two. It's a great option for travelers staying a longer period of time who want a bike for transportation.
A Norte arrived late yesterday and the wind howled all night. Glad I brought my rain jacket!