machetes

in oaxaca city ben and i are drinking in a bar. some dutch chica comes up to us and chats us up, and at some point she tells us she´s protestant. ben, always classy, starts telling her about his time on a creationist farm and how they were all completely fucking nuts, and i start going on about genetics and the impossibility of creationism, which leads into a conversation on freedom, brainwashing, and for the next twenty minutes we just (not so subtly) bash religion. the girl leaves and ben looks at me: ¨she saw us through the window and said ´look at those two fucking cool dudes´¨. she comes back with two beers for us. suave.

after a long ride in the back of a tomato truck i look at my arms. well holy fuck, i´m tanned! i´ve never seen my skin such a beautiful shade, i think in shock. i later learn i am just really sunburnt and dirty.

later ben and i fall asleep on a beautiful beach somewhere on the coast of oaxaca. we haven´t seen any cops for miles which is pretty strange for police state mexico so we don´t really worry. half way through the night we hear vicious dog barking. i grab my machete and rise halfway. i look over and ben is in the exact same position, machete ready. the dog comes close but turns away. we almost get to use our machetes on the first day we got them. we look at eachother, high five, and fall back asleep.