El Gas

Here in Mexico, or at least in Puebla, there are trucks that play music as they drive around neighbourhoods trying to get your attention so that you’ll come out and buy what they’re selling. Sound familiar? Yeah, they’re kinda like ice cream trucks, except they sell… gas. Gas to heat your water and run your stove.

They distinguish the different companies by the music that they play. When, I was staying at Rosy’s Mom’s place, I noticed 3 different companies. One of them I only hear once, but the other ones would come around frequently, at random times throughout the day. They play their music for a bit, and intermittently, the music is interrupted with “El Gaaaaaaassssssssssss!!!” and some other Spanish, probably talking about how awesome their gas is.

Unfortunately, every time they came by, I would be in the bathroom, or eating, or not know where my camera was, or my camera batteries would be dead, or they’d be gone by the time I got to the window. I was finally able to get one on the day I left, but, unfortunately, I didn’t have much room on my memory card, so, it’s pretty short. Thankfully, it’s my favourite one. You might even recognize the music.

They don’t venture out into my new neighbourhood. I kinda miss them – though I don’t miss being woken up by them as they drive by the window.