Oscar2
Dec 26, 2007, 12:25 PM
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Re: [MazDee] South Africa exporting Tequila to Mexico?
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At one time, there were over 100 tequila factories in the Mazatlan area, but apparently they were all closed by the Mexican government.
MazDee, this current blog/update sheds light on days gone by where indeed about 32 years ago (75’) a number of Tequila factories probably did exist in Maz. Years, like a fog bank, lift and drifts opening spaces of memories that remember one very dusty, dry road that stretched for miles over rutted ridges and hillsides strewn with old dry sagebrush, Joshua Trees, cactus and more. There was no sign of life, just desolation ridge after ridge until we reached a hilltop where in the bleak, hot summer sun, at a distance, like a mirage, seemingly growing out from the dirt and dust were scattered structures of life.
From this hilltop back then, I remember seeing a few scattered pollapas, adobe huts, goats, and farm animals blending into the earth. The outlining of paved roads, paint and church cathedrals were non-existent except for the hot sun having its way with everything and painting it with bristles filled with bleach. Back then it was a scratched existence like hundreds of unseen small villages far off the main paved Carretera, throughout Mexico where life was what it was. Yes, to me, this was a frontier.
These wild Canadians from the converted Greyhound bus hooped and hollered and with laughter and broad smiles we were all bent on adventure and having a blast. Somehow, we managed to find this prehistoric tequila factory thrown together by branched structures covered by dried palm thatch and pits dug into the earth for cactus storage. Various fire pits spewed smoke of profits to come. Like days of Spartacus, the ox tethered to a thick branch of a tree, which rotated a very large wheel like muela/stone that ground away the cactus juices of life the villagers depended on.
The villagers were happy to see us and with sparkle in their eyes and smiles to support it, they toured us with enticing smooth gold, which passed through our entrails and heated our spirits. We were smiles and a bunch of happy crazies back then. One thing for sure, the blazing, gorgeous orange-red fireball of a Mazatlan sunset still hangs over our master bedroom bathroom wall. When I tinkle, it winks back at me telling of good times gone by.
(This post was edited by Oscar2 on Dec 26, 2007, 12:32 PM)
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