puppyz

markus, conseula, ben and i hitched out to oaxaca. we made it to puebla, where we got totally stuck in the worst place. men selling the cutest puppy dogs out of bags. one in each hand, waving them about, with extra dogs carelessly placed in a denim sack around their waist, with surplus dogs in bags hanging on trees.

i wanted to buy a couple and go home.

for hours we were stuck. no one wanted a bunch of smelly punks, not even in the back of their truck. conseula gets pissed off and demands we catch a bus...fuck. the ultimate defeat. to her, the fun and adventure is all gone, leaving a dirty sundreached husk of boredom....well isn´t that hitchhiking right fucking there? someone forgot to tell her i guess :(

then again, i can´t say i enjoyed hanging out with the puppy men.

the way to oaxaca is a windy path between beautiful mountains. kilometers of mountains covered in cactus, no life but the bugs and the plants...there´s something fantastic about that. these mountains will never be conquered. man can´t turn these mountains into anything. these cactuses will continue as they always did long after man destroys himself and the rest of the world...if that isn´t beautiful, what is? (in this, am i forced to admit the beauty of the cockroach?)

in oaxaca we find our contact´s place. ricardo flores magnon is riding a bike on the front. looks good. we are greeted by two dudes who are totally warm and open. awesome! then this other dude, some anarchist (??) named chuchu comes out and says NO THEY CANT STAY and kicks us out.

markus and consuela freak out and hightail it to the bus station to go to the coast. i guess i´ll see ´em in london. whatever!


later ben and i go down the coast. the road splits off into two and we ask five locals where to go. three say we want the left one, so we go. whoops. never trust a local to give you directions. we keep going and get this one ride that takes us onthe most amazing scenic ride through this beautiful rainforest and end up stranded in a small village of san gabriel, the most amazing place i´ve ever been. talk about paradise. small colourful village in the middle of the rainforest, strangly with a huge pa blaring some recording (¿) of some woman saying something, which is either a prayer or an advertisment, during all waking hours... the language down here is so hilarious yet so beautiful, so much easier to understand than most mexicans. i would live here.

we find a storage area for the local church and sleep in it. the roosters don´t shut up all night. the jungle is really really loud.

anyways. all day i´ve been listening to this song on repeat. it´s really good. maybe i will catch up more another day.