A view from El Tecuan Membrillo is the Spanish word for quince. Along the way to the coast, a man by the side of the road sold us plastic bags full of sliced membrillo, sprinkled with ground chilli. Then, adding sour to sour, he squeezed a whole lime into each bag. Further along, there was a woman selling iguanas. She had a five or six of them hanging on a string, from their noses. Perhaps we did go through a red light. Though I think it was orange. A policeman was waiting, and stopped us. I quickly paid the bribe and we drove on. We stayed for a few days at The Pink Posada . The Pink Posada was a small hotel recommended in a self published guidebook Tere had found in Guadalajara. We had stayed there before. The Pink Posada was not a luxurious hotel like Las Hadas . There were few staff around after breakfast. Drinks were based on an honour payment system. You would take your beer or Coke from the cooler, then leave the cap in one pot and the money in another. The vera