The (continued) search for veggie oil

There’s so much to write about I don’t know where to start.

I’ll start with my continued hunt for more veggie oil. The first restaurant I return to, where I’m supposed to ask for Denise, where I’ve agreed to pay 30 pesos for 20 liters, has no 20 liters – they don’t even have 10 liters.

 And what they do have looks really dirty.

Oh well, off to the next place. When I get to this restaurant, I am immediately recognized by the guy at the counter who says “ah, aceite vegetal” when he sees me.

We head to the kitchen and the womon says it is outside. We go outside and it is gone. The whole kitchen staff, and the waiter, comes out to talk with me.

I explain the whole process to their amazed smiles. They are all very apologetic and tell me to return on Sunday and they will have more for me then.

Apparently someone gave the containers by mistake to the garbage people. That hurts. I want to find that damn garbage truck.

I go to a new restaurant and again, everyone who works in the place, who seem to be very young and pretty, comes out front and walks around my truck, admiring Phoebe’s art, and they ask lots of questions about my journey and especially why I want veggie oil – that the owner says they don’t have.

I decide to return to one of the restaurants where I previously got oil – the owner told me I should come back whenever – but they tell me 15 more days.

The last place I stop, a casino no less, tells me to come back tomorrow at 11am for 10 liters. Hmmmm.

 I intend to leave early tomorrow unless it is really foggy again – or unless I find more veggie oil to pick up. 10 liters is not really a reason to delay my leaving.

The road ahead looks pretty mountainous, even though it runs along the coast, and I want to find a nice, quiet place to be for a few days, so I can recover from the hunt for veggie oil and catch up with my blogs.