no amount of digging was going to get this 2 wheel drive 8000 pound truck out of this hole, but we tried...
We soon flagged a local with a huge diesel 4x4 with 2 tons of water in the back to easily yank us out, but it was late, so we stayed the night right there...
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning:
The next morning, about 5 miles down to road, our front left wheel just about fell off. We'd obliterated the wheel bearing and the race it rides in, and broken the front hub. James took me into nearby (~25 miles) San Jose del Cabo where we found a tow truck who was luckily just finishing up a job. I got in with him and we tried to understand what each other was talking about. About half way back to the suburban, he told me that he couldn't make the tow as he had no secure place to get the truck to, but he knew of another towing company that had space in it's yard for the Suburban, so he kindly took me there. The other company did not actually have space, so we agreed to tow on Monday. I hopped a bus and a cab to the other side of town to meet a free tequila drunken James, and he and I went on back to the truck where almost black Alex had been waiting. Not a horrible place to be stuck...
The next day, we called the tow company and arranged for the tow, and they never came. James and I went into town to check out a hotel for the evening and the owner there said he knew some guys with a tow truck and they'd be by in 45 minutes with the rig with mecanicos in tow!
Perfect!
An hour and a half later I'm told they're here, only to walk out front to see two men in a tiny beaten toyota!! I cram in the car with them, not knowing why and wondering where the tow truck is, and we start off towards the stranded Suburban. This little truck broke down twice on the way there, and they fixed it with a kitchen knife and a hacksaw blade. Hours later, we arrive to an understandably confused Alex. The mecanicos agree, the truck is broken, and say they'll be back in two hours with the parts. Four hours later, they do show up, in the dark, and we get to working until we find that they don't have the right parts. They drive back into town and all they way back out there and at 10:30, after some very rudimentary, primitive, hammer bashing work, the truck is more or less ready to roll, and into town Alex and I go, about $200 poorer....
Adios playa zacatitos...
GB
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