Category Archives: Mexico
Offshore in Mexico 2
The lead tool hand here sounds like Bela Lugosi. And he is so polite. I half expect to hear him say “Senior, Senior… Please… Let me drink your blood”. There are times when I am glad I don’t speak Spanish. … Continue reading
Offshore in Mexico
When I got to Mexico City, I went to the bathroom in the airport. The automatic soap dispenser was out, so I used the manual one on the wall. Got my hands good and soapy… only to find out the … Continue reading
Del Carmen by the sea
To go offshore, I need a special badge. Possibly a special school. I hope not. I’ve done it before. I sit in a room with a few locals, watch videos in their language, listen to lectures in their language and … Continue reading
Fire drills
There are weekly firedrills offshore. Because they want people to know where to go in an emergency. Get bystanders out of the way of the firecrews running in to try to fight the fire. The problem I have is the … Continue reading
In Mexico
My roommate is Mexican. As such, air conditioner frightens and confuses her. So, at some point before I got here, she taped a magazine to the vent to stop the cold air. About two this morning it fail and turned … Continue reading
In Mexico
I’m here. Sounds like I am going to the Rig tomorrow. But first, I needed new boots and new coveralls because Mexico hates what I have. There is a lot of talking to me and around me in Spanish. I’m … Continue reading
Going to Mexico Tuesday
I just got the call. Even though I knew it was coming, I’d still like to have more then a week off. It feels like I haven’t had anytime to myself for the past few months. I come home for … Continue reading