hello lots of people that i know.
i'm currently in south america, which is my excuse for poor punctuation and spelling. stupid latin keyboards. anyway, i've done heaps of cool stuff. in peru i sandboarded down some giant sand dunes, hiked to the bottom of the world's second deepest canyon (twice the depth of the grand and twice as fantastico), and island hopped in lake titicaca (yes it's a real lake, not just a dirty sounding word).
i'm in bolivia now. it's ecomony is a bit worse than peru and i hope to exploit that to the max. today i went biking down "the death road," the world's most dangerous road. don't worry, it was worth the risk because i got a t-shirt. i'm currently staying next to the witches market in la paz, so if anyone wants a llama fetus or love potion, now's the time to place orders.
el pocket lint
Showing posts with label Letters from Travels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letters from Travels. Show all posts
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Letters From Travels: Jungle Trek
so let me give you all a run-down of my 6-day jungle trek:
on the first day we walked up a giant mountain (which happened every day and will not be mentioned again). there was a natural pool there that was amazing and clean and basically kick-ass. except the little biting fish.
the second day we did some more mountains (I know i said I wouldn't mention it but there were a lot of them). That afternoon we took a tour of (and I am NOT making this up) a working cocaine factory where an old man gave us the rundown of the process and let people try a cocaine treated cigarette.
the next day we arrived at the lost city (the object of the trek). It was sweet, but relatively indescribable, as places with natural beauty tend to be.
the next day we walked around the city.
The last day of the ascenct the guides were forced to carry all of the food themselves because the trail to the city was impassable to donkeys. we started heading down, that took awhile and the only thing worth mentioning was a stop at a relatively undisturbed native village. the cogui (natives) still dress traditionally and do the same forest things as they did back in the day. i'm out of time.
el pocket lint
on the first day we walked up a giant mountain (which happened every day and will not be mentioned again). there was a natural pool there that was amazing and clean and basically kick-ass. except the little biting fish.
the second day we did some more mountains (I know i said I wouldn't mention it but there were a lot of them). That afternoon we took a tour of (and I am NOT making this up) a working cocaine factory where an old man gave us the rundown of the process and let people try a cocaine treated cigarette.
the next day we arrived at the lost city (the object of the trek). It was sweet, but relatively indescribable, as places with natural beauty tend to be.
the next day we walked around the city.
The last day of the ascenct the guides were forced to carry all of the food themselves because the trail to the city was impassable to donkeys. we started heading down, that took awhile and the only thing worth mentioning was a stop at a relatively undisturbed native village. the cogui (natives) still dress traditionally and do the same forest things as they did back in the day. i'm out of time.
el pocket lint
Thursday, June 1, 2006
Letters From Travels: Bye
will be gone for 5 to 6 days. we're hiking through the jungle. probably won't die. talk to you all then.
el pocket lint
el pocket lint
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Letters From Travels: T.'s Birthday
hey, today is t.'s birthday. the irony of spending his 21st in a country with a lower drinking age wasn't lost on him but we still got him to drink enough alcohol to make an irish sailor wince.
we are now in santa marta, attempting to get into a park tomorrow or the next day. there's a possibility that it won't pan out.
we took the worst bus ever today. when was the last time a bus you rode on had cockroaches?
anyway, still not dead.
fun fact: "which cocaine is on tap tonight" does not translate to spanish as well as one would think.
el pocket lint
we are now in santa marta, attempting to get into a park tomorrow or the next day. there's a possibility that it won't pan out.
we took the worst bus ever today. when was the last time a bus you rode on had cockroaches?
anyway, still not dead.
fun fact: "which cocaine is on tap tonight" does not translate to spanish as well as one would think.
el pocket lint
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Letters From Travels: Elections in Colombia
so we just took a motorcycle taxi. t. got a second degree burn on the exhaust. it was kinda crazy. other than that the country is safe as can be. the military is everywhere and they look like they know what they're doing. i guess practice makes perfect huh?
we checked into our resort today, from p.'s family's timeshare. it's pretty nice. a pool overlooks the ocean, the kind of decadence i was born for. we got here a couple of days early so we went to check the place out and almost got escorted off their premises. it's good to know they keep riffraff like us out.
colombia is just like the pictures. mountains, beaches, whatever. it's pretty nice as are the people. this keyboard sucks though. none of these keys work. i blame the drug smugglers.
pocket lint's history fun fact: the elections are upon us here. they're electing a new prime warthog. if i was eligible i would vote for mr. snuffles because of his stance on employment.
not dead clock: a bunch of days
el pocket lint
we checked into our resort today, from p.'s family's timeshare. it's pretty nice. a pool overlooks the ocean, the kind of decadence i was born for. we got here a couple of days early so we went to check the place out and almost got escorted off their premises. it's good to know they keep riffraff like us out.
colombia is just like the pictures. mountains, beaches, whatever. it's pretty nice as are the people. this keyboard sucks though. none of these keys work. i blame the drug smugglers.
pocket lint's history fun fact: the elections are upon us here. they're electing a new prime warthog. if i was eligible i would vote for mr. snuffles because of his stance on employment.
not dead clock: a bunch of days
el pocket lint
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Letters From Travels: Es Verde
es verde. that's my favorite quote from t., the guy who supposedly speaks the best spanish out of the 3 of us. anyway, we're in medellin, trying to get up to the beaches. colombia is huge, it's taking forever. sorry this isn't capatalized and stuff but these keyboards are crazy.
pocket lint's historical fun fact: the entire population of colombia is roughly equal to the number of cheerios in a box. and pants are illegal.
not dead counter: 3 days, 15 hours, 2 minutes, 56 seconds.
el pocket lint
pocket lint's historical fun fact: the entire population of colombia is roughly equal to the number of cheerios in a box. and pants are illegal.
not dead counter: 3 days, 15 hours, 2 minutes, 56 seconds.
el pocket lint
Monday, May 15, 2006
Letters From Travels: Arrival in Bogota
so, we finally got here. our flight was delayed for about 4 hours because (surprise, surprise) texas sucks. there are practically no other travelers here in bogota which is pretty sweet. between the 3 of us we can understand about 75 percent of what people say to us. not bad.
pocket lint's historical fun fact: founded in 1923 and nicknamed "the bog" by the original conquistadors, bogota has been the center of south america's cocaine and fluffy bunny doll industry.
not dead counter: 13 hours, 25 minutes, 39 seconds
el pocket lint
pocket lint's historical fun fact: founded in 1923 and nicknamed "the bog" by the original conquistadors, bogota has been the center of south america's cocaine and fluffy bunny doll industry.
not dead counter: 13 hours, 25 minutes, 39 seconds
el pocket lint
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Letters From Travels: Heading South
Good news everybody! I'm going back south! See, at first I thought everyone was jealous enough the first time I took a vacation and rubbed it into their faces, but I'm going to do it again, just for good measure! This time I'll be checking out Colombia for a month or so with two other guys that wanted to come. Should be sweet. I hear their coke a cola is really good down there. What a weird thing for a place to be known for, but I guess I'll see for myself.
El Pocket Lint
El Pocket Lint
Friday, December 23, 2005
Letters From Travels: Back in New Mexico
Hey everybody, Ez and I came back a couple days ago. I just moved too. It's a bit colder here than Central America. I think I'm going to start an organization dedicated to increase global warming. I think we could all save a lot of money on gas bills that way. Let me know if you want to join and I'll mail you a complimentary aerosol can.
El Pocket Lint
El Pocket Lint
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Letters From Travels: Book Exchange Drama
Still in Granada, Nicaragua. It's not as super sweet as San Juan del Sur was. I'm staying in a place that is super gringoed out. It's killing me, although free internet is nice for once.
They have a pretty cool book exchange here that I was pretty excited about. I traded one book in the other day, and it went fine. And then I tried again and apparently violated the sacred book exchange laws, and went through hell to get a sub optimal (at best) book.
I tried to trade a modern book called Cheese Monkeys for the Brothers Karamazov but it got rejected (all the trades have to approved by the owners). So I tried with a couple of other books. No dice. Finally I saw one of the owners, the wife of the couple, talking to a couple of irrate would-have-been customers. Trying to be tactful I waited politely, and then asked her if I could steal a minute of her time even though she seemed like she might be stressed by other things.
"I'm not stressed" she interrupted me. Oh goody, we're arguing already. So I asked her why my trades were being shot down, and she explained to me that I was picking out "classics" and in or to get a classic I had to give her one. Which seemed dumb enough for me then but I decided to go ahead and take it with a grain of salt. So I picked out 4 or 5 more which the book nazi shot down immediately.
Apparently a LOT of books are classics. Finally I got a book that a fellow traveler had recommended. The woman had never heard of it so she of course did what was right and told me that I couldn't take it. Now what was wrong?
Apparently this book was much longer than my book, proving that to some people´s literary standards, longer makes better. At this point I almost choked her.
"Well, a couple days ago I traded you guys a book that was longer than this one, so can I get that book back and THEN trade you for this one?" I asked.
"No, because that trade is done and gone," the she-devil replied.
"So essentially I'm working my way down to a piece of paper." I think it's worth mentioning that while this whole thing took place I never once punched her.
I was really offended that if I had wanted to trade my book, which was pretty good, for say, the Scarlet Letter (i.e. the worst book ever written), I would have been turned down. That's just wrong.
Then after all that I tried to check my email and I had to wait for a computer to free up and I sat and sat and sat and I watched people log into 19 different e-mail accounts and then minimize and then open the browser window like it was the most amazing thing ever and I definitely think that Granada's charm has worn off. Now there's an Alaskan who cannot control the volume of his voice telling a stupid "I was so drunk" story and laughing at himself. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA it was SO funny, man I was SO drunk, and dude, I should have told her whats what, but she was SO into me.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. Vacationing is so HARD.
El Pocket Lint
They have a pretty cool book exchange here that I was pretty excited about. I traded one book in the other day, and it went fine. And then I tried again and apparently violated the sacred book exchange laws, and went through hell to get a sub optimal (at best) book.
I tried to trade a modern book called Cheese Monkeys for the Brothers Karamazov but it got rejected (all the trades have to approved by the owners). So I tried with a couple of other books. No dice. Finally I saw one of the owners, the wife of the couple, talking to a couple of irrate would-have-been customers. Trying to be tactful I waited politely, and then asked her if I could steal a minute of her time even though she seemed like she might be stressed by other things.
"I'm not stressed" she interrupted me. Oh goody, we're arguing already. So I asked her why my trades were being shot down, and she explained to me that I was picking out "classics" and in or to get a classic I had to give her one. Which seemed dumb enough for me then but I decided to go ahead and take it with a grain of salt. So I picked out 4 or 5 more which the book nazi shot down immediately.
Apparently a LOT of books are classics. Finally I got a book that a fellow traveler had recommended. The woman had never heard of it so she of course did what was right and told me that I couldn't take it. Now what was wrong?
Apparently this book was much longer than my book, proving that to some people´s literary standards, longer makes better. At this point I almost choked her.
"Well, a couple days ago I traded you guys a book that was longer than this one, so can I get that book back and THEN trade you for this one?" I asked.
"No, because that trade is done and gone," the she-devil replied.
"So essentially I'm working my way down to a piece of paper." I think it's worth mentioning that while this whole thing took place I never once punched her.
I was really offended that if I had wanted to trade my book, which was pretty good, for say, the Scarlet Letter (i.e. the worst book ever written), I would have been turned down. That's just wrong.
Then after all that I tried to check my email and I had to wait for a computer to free up and I sat and sat and sat and I watched people log into 19 different e-mail accounts and then minimize and then open the browser window like it was the most amazing thing ever and I definitely think that Granada's charm has worn off. Now there's an Alaskan who cannot control the volume of his voice telling a stupid "I was so drunk" story and laughing at himself. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA it was SO funny, man I was SO drunk, and dude, I should have told her whats what, but she was SO into me.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. Vacationing is so HARD.
El Pocket Lint
Friday, November 25, 2005
Letters From Travels: Thanksgiving
I hope everyone's Thanksgiving went well and no one exploded.
I got my celebrating on down here as well and had a pretty cool holiday. I've been hanging out with a classic example of a Californian hippie chick that I met in Ometepe, and we decided we needed to do something fun for Thanksgiving.
First we annihilated a bottle of rum and an awesome box of mango juice. It was pretty good rum, aged 7 years so you know it's good (I guess Nicaraguan rum is famous). Then we took a pinata of a chicken which we decided to pretend was either a turkey or one of the million roosters that has decided sleep in Central America, and we strung it up in our hotel. After dinner, to commemorate all the indians we (white people) slaughtered, we made a feather out of a napkin to put in the blindfold. Then we commenced beating the snot out of it with an old broom handle. Man, that chicken, turkey, rooster thing was ruing the day. It was a pretty sweet Thanksgiving, ended by stumbling around town for an hour or so. Good Times.
El Pocket Lint
I got my celebrating on down here as well and had a pretty cool holiday. I've been hanging out with a classic example of a Californian hippie chick that I met in Ometepe, and we decided we needed to do something fun for Thanksgiving.
First we annihilated a bottle of rum and an awesome box of mango juice. It was pretty good rum, aged 7 years so you know it's good (I guess Nicaraguan rum is famous). Then we took a pinata of a chicken which we decided to pretend was either a turkey or one of the million roosters that has decided sleep in Central America, and we strung it up in our hotel. After dinner, to commemorate all the indians we (white people) slaughtered, we made a feather out of a napkin to put in the blindfold. Then we commenced beating the snot out of it with an old broom handle. Man, that chicken, turkey, rooster thing was ruing the day. It was a pretty sweet Thanksgiving, ended by stumbling around town for an hour or so. Good Times.
El Pocket Lint
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Letters From Travels: What I'm Thankful For
hi, I left San Juan del Sur, and I made it to Isla de Ometepe, and island in a lake formed by 2 conjoined volcanoes. Pretty cool. I'm gonna climb up one tomorrow, but i can't go to the top because it is too active. I might try the other one in a couple of days.
i've come to the knowledge that thanksgiving is coming up so i thought i'd send you all a list of things that I, personally, am thankful for.
I'm Thankful That...
1. nobody criticizes my inconsistent punctuation (will he finish the parenthesis? you never know...)
2. that spiders don't travel in packs
3. I'm not the turkey, free range though it may be
4. I'm in Nicaragua, suckas
5. I'm a rich American in Nicaragua (suckas)
6. that our government's system of checks and balances works so one party can't efectively control all branches of the government. Oh wait. Don't count that one.
6 (again). that presidents can't serve 3 consecutive terms
7. That Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are gonna be parents. I'm giddy with excitement (I really wish "sarcastic" was a font type)
8. I'm not one of the Britsh folk that sailed over here and celebrated the first Thanksgiving. Or one of the Indians they slaughtered in the after-desert party games, for that matter.
9. Finally, that the universal law of Karma will destroy France. And hopefully French Canada too.
El Pocket Lint
i've come to the knowledge that thanksgiving is coming up so i thought i'd send you all a list of things that I, personally, am thankful for.
I'm Thankful That...
1. nobody criticizes my inconsistent punctuation (will he finish the parenthesis? you never know...)
2. that spiders don't travel in packs
3. I'm not the turkey, free range though it may be
4. I'm in Nicaragua, suckas
5. I'm a rich American in Nicaragua (suckas)
6. that our government's system of checks and balances works so one party can't efectively control all branches of the government. Oh wait. Don't count that one.
6 (again). that presidents can't serve 3 consecutive terms
7. That Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are gonna be parents. I'm giddy with excitement (I really wish "sarcastic" was a font type)
8. I'm not one of the Britsh folk that sailed over here and celebrated the first Thanksgiving. Or one of the Indians they slaughtered in the after-desert party games, for that matter.
9. Finally, that the universal law of Karma will destroy France. And hopefully French Canada too.
El Pocket Lint
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Letters From Travels: Still Not Dead
Good news, guerrillas still have not carried me off to hold me for a ransom, tried to cut my hands off, or even robbed, and then viciously beat me. The worst I've dealt with here in Nicaragua was some woman not having enough change to change an American twenty. Ah how I love the 17 to 1 exchange rate.
The locals here are suspiciously nice. I can barely talk to them but I've still been invited surfing (tomorrow hopefully) by one of them, offered a tour to a cool place for a photo op by another, and bought the equivalent of melted otter pops from another (which taste way better than the straight chemical stuff in the States). I included the otter pop thing for T. If you don't know what an otter pop is, well your life is probably an empty void of nothingness spiraling down a black well of insignificance, but nobody's perfect.
My Spanish lessons are going so-so. I think both me and my teacher are sick of them. 4 hours in one sitting is not the way to take a class. Speaking of which, UNM decided that although I have proof of military service, I don't have enough proof of enough military service. The "defending your country for 7 months" line didn't work either. I'm going to try crying next.
For those of you who are wondering when Ez is meeting me, well I wish I knew. He left today, and since he's traveling the way I did, it could be a while (don't tell him, I don't think he knows how ridiculously far it is).
Also, in my down time (oh wait, that's all day) I decided to come up with my own political party. I'll be running for president on it in 2008. Here's a peek at some of my plans: Bush's old "No Child Left Behind" policy will be slightly altered and become the "Dumb Children Left Behind" policy. As for abortion, it will remain legal but under the condition that any woman undergoing the procedure will be required to wear a giant A on her chest for the rest of her life. The color of the A will be standardized, I'm thinking about a shade of red, possibly scarlet. So remember in 2008 - Size Does Matter, vote Pocket Lint.
El Pocket Lint
The locals here are suspiciously nice. I can barely talk to them but I've still been invited surfing (tomorrow hopefully) by one of them, offered a tour to a cool place for a photo op by another, and bought the equivalent of melted otter pops from another (which taste way better than the straight chemical stuff in the States). I included the otter pop thing for T. If you don't know what an otter pop is, well your life is probably an empty void of nothingness spiraling down a black well of insignificance, but nobody's perfect.
My Spanish lessons are going so-so. I think both me and my teacher are sick of them. 4 hours in one sitting is not the way to take a class. Speaking of which, UNM decided that although I have proof of military service, I don't have enough proof of enough military service. The "defending your country for 7 months" line didn't work either. I'm going to try crying next.
For those of you who are wondering when Ez is meeting me, well I wish I knew. He left today, and since he's traveling the way I did, it could be a while (don't tell him, I don't think he knows how ridiculously far it is).
Also, in my down time (oh wait, that's all day) I decided to come up with my own political party. I'll be running for president on it in 2008. Here's a peek at some of my plans: Bush's old "No Child Left Behind" policy will be slightly altered and become the "Dumb Children Left Behind" policy. As for abortion, it will remain legal but under the condition that any woman undergoing the procedure will be required to wear a giant A on her chest for the rest of her life. The color of the A will be standardized, I'm thinking about a shade of red, possibly scarlet. So remember in 2008 - Size Does Matter, vote Pocket Lint.
El Pocket Lint
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Letters From Travels: El Gringo
I guess I don't have a lot to say. I sit on a beach--in a hammock or in a rocking chair--all day and relax. But I'm sure the rest of you are having an equally good time as I am.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
El Pocket Lint
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
El Pocket Lint
Friday, November 4, 2005
Letters From Travels: On to Nicaragua
I'm in Nicaragua now. at San Juan Del Sur. This is the opposite of Honduras (i.e. NOT the worst place in the world). Here I'm not worried that someone is going to try to kill me with a banana.
I'm going to take some Spanish lessons here and spend the next couple of weeks until Ez comes down. Maybe I'll go check out the turtles. Olive Ridley Turtles nest here during these months. I thought it would be fun to find one turtle and keep pushing her back into the ocean so she couldn't lay her eggs on the beach. It would be fun and educational.
Central American fun fact: Years ago, an American named William Walker invaded Central America. He tried to take over the whole place and failed. Then Nicaragua invited him in to help with a coup, in which he succeded, eventually declaring himself president. Then he tried to take over all of Central America again, got his ass handed to him, and had the US Navy take him in. Then he tried AGAIN to invade Honduras with like 25 supporters, was caught by the Navy again and deported. And then he tried AGAIN, which is past the point of ridiculous, was caught by the British I think, turned over to the Honduran government, and shot.
I think we can all learn a valuable lesson from that story. Invade Nicaragua, not Honduras.
El Pocket Lint
I'm going to take some Spanish lessons here and spend the next couple of weeks until Ez comes down. Maybe I'll go check out the turtles. Olive Ridley Turtles nest here during these months. I thought it would be fun to find one turtle and keep pushing her back into the ocean so she couldn't lay her eggs on the beach. It would be fun and educational.
Central American fun fact: Years ago, an American named William Walker invaded Central America. He tried to take over the whole place and failed. Then Nicaragua invited him in to help with a coup, in which he succeded, eventually declaring himself president. Then he tried to take over all of Central America again, got his ass handed to him, and had the US Navy take him in. Then he tried AGAIN to invade Honduras with like 25 supporters, was caught by the Navy again and deported. And then he tried AGAIN, which is past the point of ridiculous, was caught by the British I think, turned over to the Honduran government, and shot.
I think we can all learn a valuable lesson from that story. Invade Nicaragua, not Honduras.
El Pocket Lint
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Letters From Travels: Uhg, Sick
I finally left Belize after spending a couple of days in the dark, lying on my back, trying to sleep 22 hours a day. I got a pretty bad cold there and wasn't having the greatest time.
I'm in Honduras now and if first impressions are worth anything this is where bad people go when they die. I'm not a huge fan. I'm currently in the capital, Tegucigalpa. My favorite part is that the taxis will just honk at you to get your attention, like you can't see them. And every car is a taxi. So basically all the cars in the city just circle around you and honk. Then some dude told me, on no accounts, to leave my hotel after 7. He seemed to be implying that I would explode if I did, and I don't want to explode.
I'm leaving tomorrow. I can't deal with this. I'm off to Nicaragua, where I hope to be able to tell the difference between the guys that want to help me find my hotel and the guys that want to gnaw on my soul for the rest of eternity.
There's one guy looking at me right now like I owe him money. Oh wait, that's the internet guy. I DO owe him money. I should go.
Still alive though. Thirteen days and counting baby!
El Pocket Lint
I'm in Honduras now and if first impressions are worth anything this is where bad people go when they die. I'm not a huge fan. I'm currently in the capital, Tegucigalpa. My favorite part is that the taxis will just honk at you to get your attention, like you can't see them. And every car is a taxi. So basically all the cars in the city just circle around you and honk. Then some dude told me, on no accounts, to leave my hotel after 7. He seemed to be implying that I would explode if I did, and I don't want to explode.
I'm leaving tomorrow. I can't deal with this. I'm off to Nicaragua, where I hope to be able to tell the difference between the guys that want to help me find my hotel and the guys that want to gnaw on my soul for the rest of eternity.
There's one guy looking at me right now like I owe him money. Oh wait, that's the internet guy. I DO owe him money. I should go.
Still alive though. Thirteen days and counting baby!
El Pocket Lint
Friday, October 28, 2005
Letters From Travels: Paradise
Hey hey. I made it to Placencia in Belize. Its a small beach town of like 500 people. It's really, really, really, really, really cool. There's jungle everywhere and clean sandy beaches on the ocean. And it's nice being in a place that primarily speaks English again. I think I'll be here for a few days, possibly forever.
I'd like to say I miss home and all that, but then I look outside. I'm not sure I'll ever come back. I wonder if this country would extradite me if I blew off the rest of my military contract and stayed here. Only one way to find out.
And the best part about this place is if you plan right you can hit 5 happy hours at 4 different bars! How sweet is that?
El Pocket Lint
I'd like to say I miss home and all that, but then I look outside. I'm not sure I'll ever come back. I wonder if this country would extradite me if I blew off the rest of my military contract and stayed here. Only one way to find out.
And the best part about this place is if you plan right you can hit 5 happy hours at 4 different bars! How sweet is that?
El Pocket Lint
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Letters From Travels: I think I just ate a Pequeno
Welcome back to the wacky traveling emails of el pocket lint.
I think I told some of you I was going to Merida and a few of you I was going to Acapulco. Man, I got you good! I'M IN PELENQUE and i think the shift button just broke. oH, THERE IT GOES. DAMN IT. ah, better. Apparently this place is a total rip off. I can't believe a room costs 15 us dollars. It's ridiculous. So off I go to Belize instead. I hope to end up in Nicaragua soon. I hear there's a special on drive-by shootings there. I don't know if I'll get out there though because my planning seems to work about as well as communism did.
I saw some pyramids in Mexico City. They certainly were big. I would be so annoyed being on of the slaves that built it. "Well it doesn't really do anything, but it looks nice. Aren't you glad you spent your entire natural life carrying back-breaking amounts of stone now? How rewarding!"
Now future generations can look back on the incredible achiements of those people and say "Yeah, I guess it's cool. If you like big piles of rock"
El Pocket Lint
I think I told some of you I was going to Merida and a few of you I was going to Acapulco. Man, I got you good! I'M IN PELENQUE and i think the shift button just broke. oH, THERE IT GOES. DAMN IT. ah, better. Apparently this place is a total rip off. I can't believe a room costs 15 us dollars. It's ridiculous. So off I go to Belize instead. I hope to end up in Nicaragua soon. I hear there's a special on drive-by shootings there. I don't know if I'll get out there though because my planning seems to work about as well as communism did.
I saw some pyramids in Mexico City. They certainly were big. I would be so annoyed being on of the slaves that built it. "Well it doesn't really do anything, but it looks nice. Aren't you glad you spent your entire natural life carrying back-breaking amounts of stone now? How rewarding!"
Now future generations can look back on the incredible achiements of those people and say "Yeah, I guess it's cool. If you like big piles of rock"
El Pocket Lint
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Letters From Travels: Hola
You will all notice by the title that my endeavors to learn Spanish are succeeding with flying colors. I now know 5 words. I'm not sure what 2 of them mean though. In case you're out of the loop, I'm in Mexico City now, and will hopefully be heading towards Central America at some point. Basically I felt that I really needed to experience some countries that are hot, poor and have a long history of armed struggle and insurgent revolts. Wait...
Anyway, the 42 combined hours of bus travel was pretty sweet. I'll give it to them, the Mexicans have really got the whole bus thing down. They beat the hell out of the Greyhounds I was on in the States.
I'm staying in a hostel in the middle of downtown. I think. I'm pretty sure there are like a billion downtowns here. I walked through Mexico City's version of a Walmart Supercenter earlier, which is where everybody with absolutely anything to sell goes out on the side walk and screams. I'm not sure but I think one guy was tring to sell his grandmother. She was way overpriced.
So, I havent been stabbed yet, which is kinda disappointing because I feel it really is something that I should experience before I leave, you know, as a cultural thing.
El Pocket Lint
Anyway, the 42 combined hours of bus travel was pretty sweet. I'll give it to them, the Mexicans have really got the whole bus thing down. They beat the hell out of the Greyhounds I was on in the States.
I'm staying in a hostel in the middle of downtown. I think. I'm pretty sure there are like a billion downtowns here. I walked through Mexico City's version of a Walmart Supercenter earlier, which is where everybody with absolutely anything to sell goes out on the side walk and screams. I'm not sure but I think one guy was tring to sell his grandmother. She was way overpriced.
So, I havent been stabbed yet, which is kinda disappointing because I feel it really is something that I should experience before I leave, you know, as a cultural thing.
El Pocket Lint
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