It was on our way out of Morelia, once again we almost run out of water. We were looking for some "purificadora" to refill our bottles, but couldn't find any (like many times before). Suddenly a man, passing us on his moped, stopped on the side of the road, and waived on us. We are already getting use to this, locals are often curious when they see us, and usually want to take pictures with us or chat a little. Alexandro was not an exception and he also wanted to help and asked if we needed anything. “Just drinking water”, was our answer. Alexandro went to a close-by corner store and bought 10 litres bottle of water, we filled our bottles and he took the rest. But that wasn't all, then Alexandro took us to his son's bakery and we could choose whatever we wanted. And finally he invited us to his house. Well, why not, it was almost dark anyway. So we stayed with him and talked almost whole evening about Slovakia and Europeans.
Alexandro, as many Mexicans, thought that all Europeans were awfully rich and every man had at least ten women and so on... So we had to correct him, that we were not British, Dutch, French nor Italian, and that central and eastern Europe was something very different from the west. Alexandro was really disappointed that Martin had never had more than two girls at a time :-). For a while we were also watching TV, which persuaded us again that we didn't miss it at all.
We were almost ready to go to bed, when Alexandro's wife finally came home. And evening peace was over. She just greeted us briefly and then had some short and sharp argument with Alexandro. Then she left. We were half-way ready to pack and go but Alexandro told us it was ok and we didn't have to worry. In half an hour, or so, his wife was back and this time she had longer speech also with us. From what we could understand she was not happy at all that we were there without her husband telling her anything, she was repeating that this house was also hers and this was not the first time Alexandro had done something like this... It was kind of fascinating to observe how she was behaving exactly in the same way as women in “novelas“ - Mexican TV shows (soap operas), which are so popular here in Mexico. Even her make-up was the same. Is this the influence of TV? Are these “novelas“ reflecting the life in Mexico or (because Mexicans are brainwashed by them since their birth) are Mexicans reflecting these TV shows? At the end she asked Alexandro to choose whom he prefered - his wife or some strangers? Then she packed her mattress and went to sleep in their son's bakery. We left too, in spite of Alexandro's convincing that it would be ok and we should have stayed (it was almost midnight, after all), but we felt bad and didn't want to make any more troubles.
One good thing about cycling in the middle of night is that the roads are almost empty. After about an hour we found quite nice place for camping in hills far from any village and from any angry Mexican woman :-).
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