Don’t buy tortoise eggs.

October 29, 2006 at 8:06 pm · Filed under words

The spot where I write here the most is my bed. It’s these moments before sleep that I find most accommodating for releasing the thoughts trapped between my brain and my fingers. Right now the owner of the posada is drinking a beer with money I lent him. Currently he owes me 65 pesos. About $6 US, but a decent chunk of change here in Mexico. Also he has my key. If I want to get out, he has to let me out. I doubt I’ll get my money back, or my key for that matter. Not to worry however. I’ll survive, for sure.
I just got back from a four day mini-vacation to the beach here in Chiapas. Really quite beautiful, and very relaxing. I needed it. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments (1)

Shit creek

October 16, 2006 at 12:45 pm · Filed under words

I currently have zero dollars. Zero pesos.  Zero centavos. I have had zero for three days now. I’m even in the hole some. The last few days it wasn’t a problem, excet for yesterday we ran out of gas. I wasnt able to cook any of my food, or go out and buy any. Now however, I am worried. I have no money, and my food is running out. My only real saving grace, is this huge bag of soya I bought at the nutrition store. I think its really similar to TVP. Other than that however, my only food is two limes, about a cup of rice, and maybe a cup of prepared black beans. The soya will last several days if necessary. I quite enjoy however the idea of being broke and hungry in a foreign country. Its not like its permanent. Interenet is free at the library. I just need to wait for my new PIN to arrive in my email. Shouldn’t be more than a day or two. For the time being however, its the pobre life for me.

Comments (1)

My day

October 15, 2006 at 12:00 pm · Filed under words

I havent written here in quite some time, however, not for lack of anything to say. More that in the past I was overwhelmed with alone time. Now it would seem that I am almost always accompanied by someone. In the mornings, I wake up and have coffee with whoever is awake in the posada. After breakfast I usually hang out with Vincente, a French-Canadian from Montreal, for awhile until lunch, which is often with, or at least surrounded by the other people living or hanging out in the hostal. Often times, part of my day is spent with Kamei, a girl from Hong Kong who I met in my school. Dinner is at times made a cooperative effort between Vincente and I. Before the TV was stolen, everone in the hostal would usually sit around for a couple hours and watch Los Simpson (The Simpsons, in spanish!) and then go to bed.  This is my day.

Comments

I’m not dead, sorry to disappoint

October 11, 2006 at 1:42 pm · Filed under words

I’ve just been incredibly busy, and slacking. I’ll write, I swear. So much to catch up on…..

Quick update:

I live in San Cristobal, Chiapas.

I recieved a new hole in my body.

I’ve played in the jungle with monkeys.

I am taking spanish classes, and loving it.

My rent is really, really cheap.

I lost my debit card, but am ok.

I don’t have a towel, and really wish I did.

Its common to spend more on a cup of coffee than on dinner.

Mexican beer is bad.

Comments (5)