Yeah, we had wipes. This was 1981, so those consisted of Handiwipes and a bottle of soapy water. But...Have Mercy!!! After that Pemex station, I used bushes the whole way there and back.
It really was a beautiful trip. We drove down in a van, and so got to see the plains in northern Tamaulipas grow flatter and flatter, then hillier and higher.
The trip was led by two guides from the Gladys Porter Zoo. They had a deal with this old lady up in the Sierra Orientales. She had bought a house and land back in the 50's, and never did much else to the place. All around her, they were ranching and logging and what-all, but her place was pristine except for the house and garden. Wildlife and native plants all over the place. No electricity, cold running water, and little pink parakeet-type birds that came to the window every morning and woke up us. I stayed a week.
So these guys led what would now be called ecotours to her place. She had a local couple who lived with her and cooked, and they were very cool. Taught us to cook the local foods. Played guitars and sang with us in the evenings. Very good people.
We went tubing down a river that sprung from a hole in the rock 275' deep. It was crystal clear. We rode mules and horses everywhere. (She had the only car in the village.) We hiked the jungle and saw 12 military macaws all at once...they're rare.
People in the village had wattle-and-daub homes, with gardens on top, and floors swept so clean, day after day, that they shone like painted concrete.
Lovely, lovely place.
But there wasn't very much toilet paper!!! It wasn't very good, and if you ran out, you might have to wait a day or two before the guy who owned the store decided to open up.
Cherie