Having just returned from a wonderful visit to Oaxaca, Mexico, I am savoring memories from that trip. Day 1 land in Oaxaca City at midnight. Day 2 off to Huatulco, area known for their beautiful bays on the Pacific coast. Well, actually to the town of Pochutla which is one the Highway 175 to Huatulco. The friends we were staying with advised us that trip is slow and long, 6 hours on a winding road with many curves. We would be traveling in minivan with 12 passengers. My husband Mark gets carsick on winding roads but decided he would be okay if he sat in the front seat by the window. At the terminal, my friend Alma kept asking if we needed Dramamine. "Oh no" we both replied. "Linda never gets carsick and Mark will be okay in the front". HAH! Stupid last words.
We stopped 2 hours after departure at a rest station for bathroom breaks and to buy beverages and snacks. No one was eating on the van but I was starving. It was about 8 pm now and my last meal was lunch at 2pm. I bought the biggest bag of potato chips I could find and chowed down. Damn, this is a longg drive. I kept checking my watch and we haven't even been on the road for 3 hours. This is taking a lonnggg time. And then it began...Thank goodness for the LARGE potato chip bag because I filled it up for the next 3 hours of the trip.
My heart sank everytime I saw another winding road sign. This road trip is a marathon that will never end.
Meanwhile, I was surprised Mark did not appear to be getting sick. Until it got unleashed. While I was quiet and dainty about my sickness, he was LOUD. I'm sure everyone in the van plus the driver was horrified. The funny part (in my opinion) was when he stuck his head for another LOUD round while going through a sleepy quiet village, the dogs all started howling and barking.
For the return trip back to Oaxaca City, we got smart. Compramos medicina para no vomitar. Just like in English.