Mike Humfreville
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Bahia de Los Angeles, October 2004 - Part 3
Singing
One afternoon a group of men from Tijuana pulled in and set up camp in a cabin across the boat ramp from ours. There were 7 or 8 of them and they were
all laughing as they unpacked, joking with and harassing each other like kids. It turned out they were doctors and had gone to school together. A
couple of them were mentors from post-graduate studies.
The next morning Doc took them all out whale shark watching and in the afternoon they were fishing south of the bay. Later they built a campfire and
were all hanging out. One of them played the guitar and during the evening they all were singing and strumming the strings and their songs drifted
around the campgrounds where we were enjoying them too. Many of their songs were typically romantic Mexican ballads. A couple of them were humorous
and they would finish a song laughing
??fine, fine, fine, very good, very good?? was intentionally mispronounced: ??fayn, fayn, fayn, vedy gud, vedy gud?? and so on. Many of us were
laughing with them and applauding their talents. By 10 they had settled in after a long day.
About midnight, another group of guys, this one from Ensenada pulled into camp. This bunch was wild and drunk and sent out great whoops, jolting the
rest of camp awake. I was hoping they?d calm down, go to bed and sober up. I went back to sleep wishing they?d stayed home.
I had just gotten into REM sleep I guess, about 2:30 in the morning. My mind was buried deep into some subconscious thought and suddenly Dito, our
black Lab is roaring and lunging at something. I?m just barely awake and jump up in bed to see two ghostlike silhouettes standing, one in front of the
other and inside our cabin. The moonlight stood at their backs, over the water on the bay. I was very afraid, could hardly think, responded by
shrieking at them at the top of my lungs:
?GET OUT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? THIS IS MY CABIN!! GET OUT!! GET OUT NOW!!? Meanwhile Dito?s working to rip flesh off bone and kill them.
One of them, the one in back, is sober enough to tell me his name. He grabs the other and stops his progress into our room. ?We?re looking for cabins
11 and 15,? he says. Dito?s still trying to get to him and I?m holding him by the collar.
?I DON?T KNOW WHERE YOUR CABINS ARE!!? I hurl at them. ?GET OUT!!?
They left. I got up, terrified, and watched them stagger off down the beach. The rest of the night was fitful for Mary Ann and I and dog Dito. All I
could do was to try and sleep with an eye on the open door. Dito rumbled from time to time until dawn.
I guess I?ll never know if they were really looking for their cabins or up to no good. The next morning that group of guys were found scattered
through a number of empty cabins and sleeping off the night before. By the time the sun was up they had left camp and continued south. Good riddance.
Those of us remaining went about starting our day with normal activities, discussing the drunks? unacceptable behavior and bad manners. I felt bad
that I had probably woken the entire camp with all my terrified screaming.
By the time evening came around we were all gathered into small groups of friends and feeding our faces and mixing drinks. The group of Doctors was
firing up the pit and the guitar, tuning their voices for another lovely serenade. I made sure we got back to our cabin in time to appreciate their
tunes. Alas, they were finished early as they were pulling out in the morning.
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David K
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You would think Pedito's barking would make them do an about face instantly? They just stood there until you also 'barked' at them?!
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