Ten years ago I rolled my truck between La Paz and Constitucion. Seat belt worked, I climbed out of the topside door. A Mexican couple was behind me
and both ran up to me and gave me needed hugs. My camper shell was off, camping and fishing gear strewn on the highway. Every Mexican vehicle
stopped, picked up my stuff and the broken camper shell. Not one would accept any money for their help. A trucker used a chain to flip my truck over
and dragged it off the road. So many people checked on my welfare and offered to contact authorities where they were going. Point of this is:
between 8 - 10 US plated vehicles (most California) drove by without stopping in spite of my California plate aimed out at the road.
To continue, a tow truck arrived, deemed a Federal highway and couldn't tow, but wanted payment anyway. A second Federally authorized towtruck
arrived and used my socket set to drop driveline. Meanwhile a Federal police arrived and wanted $200 to make a report and NOT impound the truck. He
would not take a traveler's check. I rode with the tow truck driver, first stop was for gas (on me). Second stop was for beer (on me). Then on to
our house in Todos Santos where the truck was stored until a local bought it for parts (but fixed everything and it is on the road to this day).
Neighbors greeted us (we had just left) and wondered why I was smiling and so happy. Upside down on the highway, wonderful Mexican folks helping, and
another Baja experience with really no real serious harm done. Had a Ballena of beer and went to sleep and rode back to states with a friend.
We always stop, carry a first aid kit, and try to help in any way we can. As the recipient of the compassion and assistance of the Mexican people, I
can do no less. |