I thought this thread was going to be about howling at the moon....
Don't know if I should share those kind of stories.......
However,
I've long been acquainted with the Maguey/Agave plant.
My earliest experiences were in the mid-sixties at the campgrounds at Port Isabel, and different establishments in Matamoros, Mexico. My buds and I would take our boards, bags, huaraches, $10 and hitch-hike to Port Isabel, usually for Spring Break, Easter, July 4th, and New Year’s Day. Back then I had a flat stomach and a full head of hair and could usually hook up with a chick whose dad was paying for the freight so I did not have to sleep in a tent, or in a sleeping bag in the open. Biggest negative was that I"d wake up and had thrown away my hard contact lenses and did not know where I was or how i got there. It was usually Sauza or Cuervo that was the culprit!
In the 70’s I would fly from Reynosa to Mexico City, then take a bus to Acapulco, then either go to Mazatlán or south to San Blas or Puerto Escondido. Would stay about a month, or as long as $150 would last.
Pulque was a good as mushrooms.
As to Mescal,
One could go into a hole in the wall establishment. There would be a rough hewn slab of wood that served as a bar about 10 to 15 foot long. Regular Campesinos would be there imbibing. You would enter, walk up to the bar, put your peso down and the Vato behind the bar would walk from one end to the other and pour you a shot. He’d pick up the pesos as he went. There would be salt poured out on the bar, no lemon/lime. You’d do your shot, and put another peso down. He’d come back to where he’d started and pour shots till he reached the end of the bar.
One night I remember in particular.
It was 1976. A bud and I had gone to Puerto Escondido. There, they had what they called a trailer park. It was basically a coconut palm grove. My bud and I traveled light. We had a pair of huaraches, couple shirts, couple pairs of bags and a sleeping bag each. We were able to rent a spot for $1 American per night. We tied a rope between two coconut palms and spread one bag over the rope like a tent and tied down the corners, and spread out the other bag so we did not have to lay in the sand. Helped keep the “no-seeums” at bay. We had been there a few days and a Pacific Coast Hurricane headed our way. My bud’s girl-friend had made each of us a board bag to slip our boards in. The night the hurricane hit ,I had stretched a hammock between two palms and climbed into that bag. Wind came up and was probably blowing 100 MPH. I got cold and soaked from the driving rain. Coconuts were falling all around me. I decided I did not need to be brained by a coconut. There was a Palapa in the park next to the water hydrant that served as a shower. I went there, and there were about 20 other folk crowded in trying to get out of the wind and rain. I joined them. So, 20+ hot, sweaty bodies in a confined space, where there was only enough room to stand….. Luckily a couple bottles of tequila were broke out. Sure made it much more bearable to hang till morning
Good times, and great life lessons.
Ya!
GWB