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Taxis, Shuttles and Golfcarts

As I mentioned in my last post, because of the generosity of my son, Sean and his wife, Rosslynn, I stayed with the family at an all inclusive timeshare resort in Cabo San Lucas.

We had access to a personal Chef. We had maid service every day. We had the sun shining through our southern exposure balcony and pool patio. We had a pool and a hot tub. Everyone had or shared a king sized bed. But on this hilly terrain with its many levels of activities from the sandy beaches, through the common area pools, shops, and restaurants and up to our villa, the best feature was the taxis, shuttles, and golf carts.

Accessible by merely phoning the concierge, going to a terminal point or hailing one when it passed you by, these darting demons of transportation whipped you around hairpin turns and delivered you rested and ready for whatever adventure you had planned.

Taxis were used to get to and from the airport or a shopping/eating adventure into Cabo San Lucas. We always seemed to get a suburban that was so clean and fresh it look like it just rolled off the assembly line. The drivers spoke reasonable English or tolerated our poor Spanish. The streets in Cabo are narrow and jammed with traffic at almost any hour of the day. Having a local driver is a  wise decision.

Shuttles came, when summoned, to our villa high on the hill looking over the rest of the development. These are multiseat vans accommodating eight to ten people. We used them to get down to the market or the main office.

Going past the Market down toward the beach required the golf carts. Let me add here, I've driven a lot of golf carts. None of them looked or performed like these beasts. First of all, they all had an extension the allowed them to haul 6-8 people. Anyone over the age of thirteen could ride up front with the driver. They had a gearbox, larger engine, and an unbelievable tight turning radius.

For the six days I spent there, I would have been glad to make my own bed and cook my own meals, but I'm damned glad we had the taxis, shuttles, and golf carts.



From the frozen tundra beside the snowy shores of Lake Maria, this is Poppa Jeff at Camp Jeff, wishing you all a Happy and Wonderful New Year


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