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... compaņia de mis amigos y la Doctora Martha comimos esta rica cena y enfrente de el mar y con la caida del Sol.
Despues de esta gran cena nos dirimos a ver otra gran pelicula Argentina titulada Relatos salvajes (2014)…,Y a la media noche nos dirijimos para Tijuana para dormer en casa de la Doctora Martha y prepararnos para nuestra siguiente aventura en Zacatepec, Morelos where I was born.
... big trip (of doom!)
The next day, now pretty much recovered, walked around the centre mostly - went to some old house where all the rich and powerful used to visit, noticed a lot of cruise ship tourists, with a particular fat guy dressed as 'Super Viagra'. I didn't know it at the time, but Super Viagra dude is everywhere in the pharmacies over here... they even have people dressed up as him to encite people to visit the chemist haha. Originally I just thought ...
... over at midnight and rob them or worse she left us to our own devices seeming to shake her head as to why people would want to camp alone, in a car, on a beach with no “facilities”. Yeh, well.
During the night, a small boat with three fishermen landed just down the beach from us and spent a half or so doing something with their boat or its contents, what exactly we were not about to get out of bed for to investigate. Perhaps comfortingly, the Mexican navy did ...
... two things though:
1. For a journey to be a journey, and for an adventure to be re-lived, it has to end at some point, and
2. We need to go home to work for a while as we plan our next adventure :-)
I feel like I am rambling and procrastinating now to avoid the inevitable having to leave. Even though as I write this we have already physically moved on, mentally I doubt I will leave this world for some time to come :-)
Time to be brave - GET ON THE BUS!!! ...
... a while. At one point I woke up and heard Californication drifting along the corridor from another room. Even when I'm not clicking through my iPod looking for it, that song seems to find me. It played in the bar on my last night in Whistler, I heard it in two places in San Francisco (someone in the shower had it going and again in the bar on my last night there, too) and now I've heard it in a hostel in Mexico, seeking out my ears like a faithful and wise friend reminding me what I ...