Guaymas (or the invention of char-broiled chicken)

The pathway to Guaymas won’t let you sleep even a bit. On it, you can see a lagoon that only God knows where it feeds from and, in the middle of the lagoon, a cacti mountain that looks like a giant cactus. I asked… and, as a matter of fact, if you try to climb that prickly mountain, it’s highly possible to end your life in thorns.

Guaymas has a more urban-like look than any of the other cities I have seen so far. Besides, in this city people use to eat chicken instead of fish (or at least that’s what it looked like to me). There are also more restaurants where every dish is a steak-and-something dish. Now I’m craving fish tacos.

I guess that one of the problems is that every time there are less fish to eat (and to watch and to swim with). There has been such a strong water pollution problem that the algae have developed a toxic weapon to defend itself from the toxic metals that some companies and the building industry throw to the sea, such as cadmium and lead.

All the good and recommended char-broiled chicken restaurants are located in the poor areas of the city. It is quite a treasure quest: it takes us through caves and inhospitable places such as badly-built and poor neighborhoods which I don’t think have any drinking or tap water, or even any water from the Yaqui River –which is also drying.

So are things in Guaymas, where water is scarce, where mountains of cacti grow in the middle of a lagoon, and where the shortfall of fish caused the invention of the “Sinaloa style chicken”.