NEVER WOULD I EVER
Originally Published in Western Outdoor Publications the Week of Mar. 8, 2024
I’ve been in La Paz now for some 30 years. For sure, there are more years behind me than in front of me on this adventure.
There’s something to that saying about “God closes windows and opens other doors.” We did OK. We’ve survived a lot of ups and downs and all-things-being-said, it’s been a wonderful blessed ride.
Laughingly, I probably wouldn’t do it again! And, if I did, I sometimes think of all the things I would have done differently.
But, on the other hand, all things today are because of all the experiences that happened in the past. It’s a total culmination.
It turned into another career that I never anticipated.
It turned into several businesses in Mexico that were not on the agenda.
As a confirmed bachelor for over 50 years, I finally found my wonderful life partner in my wife, Jilly.
Funny how things happen when you’re not even looking that hard. And it’s funny how things happen and what you do when you’re hungry!
But, never ever in a million years would I have anticipated that I went from being a suit-and-tie litigation attorney to living in my van those first few years.
I thought I was just taking a year off from the hectic blood-and-dusty coliseum of the courtroom.
Went to work on a remote part of the East Cape as a fishing guide, divemaster and chef.
Well, 8 months into it, that didn’t work out unfortunately and I found myself jobless and homeless and a stranger in a strange land!
My Spanish was limited. I was down to my last 6 dollars. There were no cellphones 30 years ago.
Worst of all, because of what happened at my “supposed” job, I was without a passport and my ex“boss” had never filed my work papers!
Scary to say the least. Talk about the rug being pulled out from under my feet.
No money. Totally illegal.
No way to communicate with anyone. No cellphone back then.
Couldn’t drive back to the U.S. Couldn’t even afford the gas, even if I could legally get across. (And this was before 9/11!).
Imagine me in a beat-up van showing up at the border. A brown guy with with no paperwork!
Oh, and I had Jimmy, my dog too! That would’ve gone over really well with the border inspectors!
There was 900 miles of desert between me and the border.
It might as well have been a million miles! Prospects did not look promising.
I made it up to La Paz and walked into every hotel I could find. I told whatever manager I could find that I could run and set up a fishing or diving operation for them.
Remember, my Spanish was not that great back then and frankly, in my raggedy clothes, looking back, it wasn’t a greaet impression.
I’m sure that had a lot to do with getting turned down.
Plus, how could anyone legally hire me?
I had no work papers. I had no passport. It looked pretty grim.
I did the only thing I knew how to do…and not very well, but it’s all I could do!
I went out on the street and offered to take people fishing.
I was down to my last 2 dollars when someone heard me speaking English and inquired about taking him fishing.
I asked how much money he had.
“I have $60.”
“Sir, that is exactly the price of a day of fishing!”
I called a friend who had a functioning car. He offered to drive the prospective client and myself to the beach and make some burritos for lunch. He called a captain who had a panga and some fishing rods.
All of us were pretty penniless at the time. We agreed to each split the $60. Twenty bucks each sounded like a lottery win at the time!
The guy went fishing and caught a mess of dorado. He even tipped me an extra $10!
Best of all, he wanted to fish 2 more days! Holy cow. BINGO!
And that’s how it all started…
I pretty much lived in my van with my dog on a back street of La Paz. No one really ever knew for several years.
I found some wooden palettes and built a Charlie Brown style lemonade stand and would stand out there on the waterfront every day. I was just hoping to entice someone to let me take them out fishing.
My target was just hoping to get at least one booking per week to survive.
In between bookings, I would search the cracks between the car seats for enough change to buy street tacos to eat and share with Jimmy, the dog. I took showers wherever I could or whoever would let me sometimes crash on a couch.
Sometimes, I would pray and hope the clients would invite me to dinner.
It was a wild hand-to-mouth existence.
We survived. We grew. We’re still here 30 years later. We’ve come a long way.
But, never would I ever have foreseen the journey or the path. And I wouldn’t do it again, but I’m grateful how it all turned out. Life takes some funny turns.
Oh, and I never ever had to put on a suit and tie again either!
That’s my story!
Jonathan
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Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004. Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico www.tailhunter.com.
They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront. If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is: jonathan@tailhunter.com
Or drop by the restaurant to say hi. It’s right on the La Paz waterfront!
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Tailhunter International
Website:
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Mexico Office: Tailhunter International, 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico
U.S. Mailing Address: Tailhunter International, 8030 La Mesa Blvd. #178, La Mesa CA 91942
Phones:
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