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<title>Doug&apos;s Tales from Suchitlan</title>
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<title>Horses to Paradise</title>
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<summary type="text/plain">Good morning friends and kinfolk. Another glorious morning with the sun shinning a bright orange thru the volcanic cloud that just emanated from the Volcan de Fuego....</summary>
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<![CDATA[<p>Good morning friends and kinfolk.<br />
Another glorious morning with the sun shinning a bright orange thru the volcanic cloud that just emanated from the Volcan de Fuego. </p>]]>
<![CDATA[<p>The day begins here in Suchitlan at 6:30am. There is a tremendous roaring in the air & I think it is the river. Maybe the rains up around the Volcan de Fuego have filled the river to capacity. No, it is the rain being blown down the canyon and hitting the palm trees, and all the other foliage causing the roaring sound.</p>

<p>Then, at about 7am, the sun begins to hit the clouds over the Volcan Nevado & Volcan de Fuego and they change from light pink to a rose/orange color. Then, the most wonderful smell of wet earth, wet foliage, and the pungent odor of flower blossoms begin to waft into my yard and house.</p>

<p>I eat a light breakfast, attach my spurs to my boots, start up the diesel pick-up and head up into the mts. to Hacienda de San Antonio where I pick up my days riding partners; Raymond Perfecto (Manager of Hotel Mahakua) and Salvador Centeno the other guide (ghia) that I work with on occasion. We head up to the Rancho at Javali up above the Hacienda de San Antonio. We saddle up our horses; Raymondo on his Spanish horse, Sal & I on our sturdy ¼ horses and head out thru the high jungle to the high plains, pucker brush and on up towards the base of the Volcan de Fuego.</p>

<p>We run into some military personnel who tell us that we can’t go any further, but I know a canyon that runs up towards the volcan that is out of sight of the military. We follow the riverbed up thru the “Zona Protecticion de Flora y Fauna de El Jacal” and come out onto a small plain that offers a magnificent view down across the valleys and limestone monoliths that cover that area.</p>

<p>We ride around for a while then head off cross-country to the Lagos de Javali, & Calabozo. As we reach the gates at Calabozo, we head up into a high pasture with cattle and horses roaming about. There, under some great trees, is a picnic set out with blankets, pillows & tables and baskets of assorted foods. Guacamole, salsas, breads, chips, tortillas, chicken, sliced beef, cold beer, sausages, etc. What a wonderful lunch break. When done, we head down the valley towards the ranch and then to the Hotel Mahakua at Hacienda de San Antonio.</p>

<p>I then head home down the hiway to Suchitlan but first stopping at Cofredia for one more cold beer. The day is done & I can sit on my patio and watch the storm clouds start building up over the volcanoes.</p>

<p>Vicente en Suchitlan <br />
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<title>Greetings from Suchitlan</title>
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<issued>2005-06-02T05:51:11Z</issued>
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<summary type="text/plain">September this year has been one of rather fantastic storms. The waters that run down off the mountain villages of Cofradia, Nogaleras, Suchitlan, and down into Comala and finally into the City of Colima can be rivers that run two...</summary>
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<![CDATA[<p>September this year has been one of rather fantastic storms. The waters that run down off the mountain villages of Cofradia, Nogaleras, Suchitlan, and down into Comala and finally into the City of Colima can be rivers that run two to three feet deep.</p>]]>
<![CDATA[<p>It can be rather disconcerting to be passed by floating logs on the downhill run to Comala from the village of Suchitlan where I live. Going home from Colima against the rivers of water in the main streets of Colima and Comala can be rather exciting also. This afternoon, as I was slogging up the hi-way (carraterra) from Colima to Comala a boat of some odd origin came zooming down the hi-way on the wrong side with a group of rather exuberant imbibers and passed me on the wrong side but with a generous apology thrown to the winds and the Gods that protected them. The water, up in the engine compartment of my high, heavy-duty ¾ ton diesel made incredible sounds as it and the fan made contact and we moved on. When I got to the half way point between the periferico and Comala, the local police waved me to a stop at their caseta and asked me if I had seen a boat go by? They were hysterical and maybe a bit oiled. I said yes & they said that they had sent one of the officers with the boat to ask for assistance in directing traffic. There was no way in h--- that anyone could have gone to their assistance unless they had a rig as big as mine. Anyway, I made it home, tossed back a shot of tequila chased with a very cold Tecate and lime. The river below my house is resounding with the crashing of logs, rolling boulders and crashing trees from the landslides along the banks. Sitting on the patio listening to the sounds of storm really is fabulous when I think of all the people in the states waiting for paychecks, house payment bills, doctor bills, etc, etc. And they keep wondering how much they have saved for the future. Don’t wait too long I think. You wait too long and then you die when retirement comes. All you ex-pats are really in the best spot in the world.</p>]]>
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