Trip Start Jul 17, 2014
10Trip End Aug 06, 2014
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I looked pretty funny en route to Mexico. I wish I could leave the fourth word out of that sentence.
I'd had three hours sleep. It showed. The anxiety of the last few weeks in Canberra, particularly the last one, had decided to express itself all over my face. Hello acne. Only my nose was sunburnt. Hello Rudolph. My hair was a frizzball and all the lovely red had been stripped out during dangerball. Hello sideshow Bob. Also, on arriving at the airport I discovered that my dress had two huge holes in the butt. I think also from dangerball night. Mmmmm. Momma lookin delicious today, friends. Urgh.
For the first time in a long time, though, as I prepared to transit the USA, the border was a breeze. Probably because at that moment I looked like I was incapable of managing my own life, let alone ruining anyone else’s.
I’m off to Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, Mexico, to meet Kristy – who I’ve known for about 12 years now. We met through mutual friends but it’s always been easiest to say 'college’ (years 11 and 12 in my town), although we didn’t really attend the same one.
Of that particular group of my friends, Kristy and I weren’t always the closest pair. In fact, I didn’t know her well at all for a very long time. It was only in the later years, as we became the two perpetually single ones, that we became close. While I’ve been Vancouvering myself, Kristy has been exploring Cuba. Mexico seemed like a logical place to meet, so here we are.
Our flights landed two hours apart so we decided to meet at the airport before heading into town together. The airport is miles from anything, and despite the shuttle driver’s best efforts to kill us by careening along at well over 120km/h, it took some time before any signs of civilisation appeared.
And oh, what signs these were. Los Cabos is comprised of the towns of Cabo San Lucas and San Jose del Cabo, and all between and throughout lie the huge fortress mega resorts. Giants rising from the red dirt. We are staying closer to town though, in a hotel, for ease of exploring – we’re spitting distance from the Marina, downtown and Medondo Beach.
It’s day four. We’re slowly getting used to seeing shotguns. The flirting. The hassling. To people consistently speaking to us in Spanish first because "you look more Mexican than I do"! We’ve been given massages in our dining chairs by schmoozy waiters. Been serenaded by a mariachi band. Seen and tasted some of the best tequila in the world. Jumped off the back of a boat in Chileno Bay and snorkelled among schools of tropical fish. Done the conga on top of a boat. Eaten some of the best food. I’m stoked to be travelling with someone who’ll shove something potentially fatally spicy into their pie hole with as much gusto as I do.
We’re finding our favourite time of day is ‘guacamole time’. Cerveza and guac by the pool of an afternoon. Where we are now. Between exploring and dinner. While Kristy reads my blog so far – cos that’s what good friends do. Today we actually uttered the sentence “Naw but we might miss guacamole time if we go to the store now!” Who are we?
I’m finding the anxiety of the last few weeks slowly dissipating. I can’t help it. I’m forced to take it slow. The heat is stifling. Oppressive. It’s like wading through a freshly toasted marshmallow. You ain’t going nowhere in a hurry, sister. But unlike Vancouver I feel no need to. Our choices at any particular time are: beach, pool, town, nap, eat or drink. Or a combination. And we love all of those choices. My skin is clearing, my smile returning.
It’s hard to feel bad about yourself when an earnest hand reaches for yours to spin you round the dance floor. Yes. Now. No is not an option. It’s time to let go. Time to dance.
In fact I might just stay awhile. Let the warm salty waters of Medondo clear my skin. The tequila clear my mind. The sun warm my body and sweet Spanish guitar warm my heart. Stay awhile. Sway awhile. And forget you ever gave an undeserved chance.
The Baja coast is a long way from the Kingston foreshore. And right now, the distance is delicious.
Your B. xx