Adventures of Coatesy

I’ll have to leave Ensenada soon before I die of heart disease. Fried fish tacos have me by the short and curlies. I am a five a day guy at present. They are so YUMMY. With home made salsa and Guacomole. It must be hell for all the people who come to this part of the world for treatment because they know they can’t have fish tacos. Perhaps if there were no fish tacos the Hoxsey clinic would be even more successful!! They are oh so tempting and three are never enough. Good thing I am leaving on Tuesday for Northern California.

After Hoxsey I headed to Ensenada only to find THE BEST Hostel en todo el Mundo. El Hostel Sauzal in El Sauzal just north of Ensenada run by the incomparable Maria who charges only $15 but makes you a fully gourmet breakfast with a capital met every day. Today she made Tortilla Espanol (Spanish Omlette) with Onions, cheese and Cactus!! que buenisimo!
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Three days at Hoxsey wasn’t enough for me so I asked to come in again on the thursday. It was no problem…

Enter Kev (or Kivin to the the Mexicans who can’t understand Kiwis, but then again who can :o) A big strapping kiwi construction worker of about 40 who used to have prostate cancer. Kev looked very fit and healthy and he was…now.
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Also on sunday I had the pleasure of witnessing Ed being given the news...the news that in the 2 months he had been o the Hoxsey program his prostate tumour had shrunk from 6cm to 2cm. Dr Trujillo entered the sunny ... [Continue reading this entry]

Photo of the Day: Angelo the bowling-ball sized tumour survivor and myself in the sun on the Hoxsey clinic patient veranda. On wednesday I had the pleasure of meeting a great man called ... [Continue reading this entry]

The following week I headed to the Bio-medical or "Hoxsey" Clinic in Tijuana to hang out for a few days with the doctors and patients. What I found out in this time was fascinating and very heartwarming. First of all ... [Continue reading this entry]

After a week at the USA Hostel in San Diego with a bunch of drunk 20 year olds (yeah I was one once, I know) It was time to cross into Mexico before I got called Grandpa one more time ... [Continue reading this entry]