Well, the guy who worked on the generator invited us to take him and his girlfriend (the lady who had encountered the wild man) on a nature hike in a local Catemaco park. Following that, they would take us for dinner and drinks. We had a car, they did not. Now, we are not great hikers but were really curious about what had happened to her in the jungle. So, we said okay.
WALK...WALK...WALK
We endured the hike and were educated on the many kinds of flora and fauna that exists in that part of the world. I am sure that it was good for us and we ended up in the courtyard of an abandoned hotel. Catemaco, like many villages in Mexico looks somewhat weathered. But, the work is over and we are off to one of the restaurants along the shore of the lake.
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| Margaritas at Last! |
THE STORY FROM THE (ALLEGED) VICTIM
After several Mexican style Margaritas (strong and cheap), the story was told. It seems that our young lady was walking on a daily basis down the street and into the lakeside jungle and encountering this very wild looking man on several occasions. She felt that it was her duty to communicate with this grizzley character and felt that he was making gestures that indicated that he wanted to be her friend. She took a sack of food with her to give to him and approached him to pass it on. That was when he made a dive for her and she knew he was not having friendly thoughts or intentions. She then whacked him with her walking stick and ran like H... she had scratches and bruises from hitting trees. The Mexican policia told her she was very foolish, and that people like that do NOT want to be friends. I thought it was interesting that she really felt like she was going to do a favor for this person who would probably be the antithesis of a street person, maybe not mentally all together. The guy was not to be found and we did not hear of his whereabouts when we left a week later. That is all of that. More folks to come
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