Scooter Tramp Scotty. Life in the Tropics.

It was growing toward evening on this ride south into Mexico as I pulled down someone’s long driveway to ask if I might stay the night in their yard. A very kind woman pointed to a spot under the shade of tropical trees amid the chickens and one peacock. Her teenage son then led me across the street to meet his father the preacher. And although this was only to be a single night’s stay, it would be a full week before I’d finally leave.