Tales of hitchhiking and vice
I reached the Mexican border by the grace of two Guatemalan truckers. The first was an outgoing family man, talkative, at the end of his shift, who dropped me at strategic intersection of comedors and rumbling trucks heading towards the Mexican border about 20 km distant. There I was picked up by the second trucker.... Continue Reading →
...And when, after the appointment, I told the pharmacist/doctor's assistant that I had to run back to the hostel to grab my wallet, she asked me to leave my cell phone as collateral. Muy tranquilo! So yeah I needed a total of 16 stitches -- 11 outside and 5 on some inner layer of tissue... Continue Reading →
Warning: Bloody picture will be shown at bottom of post! The avocado toast picture is just a picture of some avocado toast I made today. Today, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I took the bus south to Mismaloya to look for some rocks to climb. As we drove south along the Pacific coast, I admired both... Continue Reading →
As I prepare to return to Mexico tomorrow for my third visit to this wonderful country, now seems like a good time to tell you about my experiences hitchhiking in Mexico (and Belize to the South). I once tried to hitch out of downtown Cancun. With the trademark beach side hotels looking over me, I... Continue Reading →
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