Life in Mexico is never quiet. Punctuating our day are the various trucks that announce themselves to be nearby, just in case you need their service.
The first sounds most people are aware of are the various gas trucks. Below are recordings of Zeta Gas and Gas Milenium. They are carrying the four foot tall cylinders to exchange full for empty.
The knife sharpener walks through the neighborhood every week or so blowing his whistle. It’s the same whistle throughout all of México, too.
The junk man makes his rounds at least a couple of times a week, too. Old metal, broken appliances, aluminum, and much more will be collected at your door.
In the late afternoon you’ll hear the song below. Just in case you’re looking for an ice cream treat .
I wasn’t able to catch a good recording of the cheese man or the fruit and vegetable truck. I always listen for them, especially the trucks selling a single kind of fruit in season. I’ve bought cantelope, tomatoes, mangoes and watermelon at various times lately, perfectly ripe and at a nice price too. The picture at the top is of mangoes I bought a couple of weeks ago. Thirty pesos, too! (That’s about $1.30 USD)
In these pandemic times there is another thing we hear morning and evening – church services announced over a public address system. All we can really gather is “Maria, madre de Dios” but I imagine those accustomed to a daily service appreciate it and are familiar with the words.
We’ve never heard the camote whistle here in San Antonio Tlayacapan but they used too come by our house in Mazatlán one night a week. Those delicious roasted sweet potatoes straight from their red hot brazier were a real treat.