I spent this morning walking home from San Pedro. And it took hours. I meandered. I poked. I explored. I dawdled. It felt like walking home from grade school all over again, and that is a good feeling.
I walked because I wanted to but the main reason is that a misbehaving “Moncho’s 59” is scaring the bejesus out of people. Our golf cart has taken to backfiring — and not those cute little “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” burps and belches.
When “Moncho’s 59” backfires it sounds like a Crips and Bloods cross-fire. More than one person has headed for the ground with their head covered. Plus it is stalling at the most inopportune times, like when I’ve backed out into traffic and have three seconds to hit forward before the next cart rams me from behind.
So, this morning I dropped “Moncho’s 59” at Captain Sharks, where the guys recently tore the carburetor apart and reassembled it for me, yielding a fair improvement. (No reflection on the cart rental firm, Moncho’s. This particular cart #59 was bought from them several years ago. It still carries their logo and number because … well, I don’t know why. It has a nice ring to it, I guess. And it has a certain amount of celebrity around the island.)
And then I walked. Around.
You miss a lot when you’re scuttling around in a golf cart, or even on a bicycle.
For example, this alleyway off a side street intrigued me, if only for the variety of segmented depths and textures — mostly a study in whites and grays, I think. This was off an east-west street between Middle and Back streets in town.
The rest of the pictures you’ll see were all taken on a sand-packed waterfront road called Boca del Rio. On the west side it is an ever-thickening collection of restaurants, bars, hotels, boutique resorts and homes. Look only on the waterside, and you are in another world.
These are mostly waterside images, some among the most documented piers (and a sunken boat) on the island. Still the impeccable beauty and clarity of the weather today adds a fresh sheen to all, I think.