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It was interesting to read these posts, because the one thing I really dislike about our little town in Mexico is the noise level.  It is without question one of the noisiest places I've ever been. Second only to an active airport ramp.

  1.  We live across the street from a hotel that has a street level lobby bar that sits right on the sidewalk.  Fridays and Saturdays are live band nights until 4-5am. We might as well be in the bar and are only able to sleep because our bedroom is on the other side of the building, with a fan and loud air conditioner.  Some people tell us we should pay for our front row seats.

  2.  Local businesses advertise by paying persons to drive around town all day long with huge car roof mounted megaphones blasting away with recorded ads so loud the message is usually too distorted to understand. When one of those things goes by one can't hear anything, not even thought.

  3.  Local businesses also delight in blasting the entire town with loud loud music from gigantic, custom made speakers that stand four feet high and three feet across. Usually every block downtown (where we live) has at least one music blaster going all day and half the night.  (Who asked for or even wants it.)  I actually think most people in town are are so used to it that they don't notice on a conscious level anymore.

  4.  The favorite hobby for youthful car and truck owners is to install super low Hz high powered speaker/amps that rattle everything.  I think some are actually capable of doing damage to structures because doors, windows, and walls vibrate and rattle as if in serious distress - like an earthquake. For a lengthy period, one of these monsters lived across the street and actually competed in judged events to see who had the loudest, lowest sound.  He would routinely practice at about 2-4am right in front of our apartment. One morning the lady next door, who works a 13 hour day, came out and let him have it.  That calmed him down for a few weeks then he was back at it.  Finally he moved somewhere - who cares where, we can't hear him anymore.  But his friends still roam the streets at all hours and that's one noise nothing can muffle, because it penetrates everything.

There are several other noisy examples, but I'm sure everyone gets the point.  Sunday afternoon is usually the exception.  All stores close, the town empties out, and the silence is deafeningly wonderful!

I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. _ Blood Sweat & Tears
by Gringo (stargazing camel at aoldotcom) on Fri Aug 24th, 2007 at 09:55:29 PM EST

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