Salina Cruz, Mexico
After two nights of sleeping on buses, I finally got to spend more than 12 hours in one place. I indulged myself with a $20 hotel room with a shower, air conditioning, cable TV and a big bed for lots of sleep.
In the evening, I took a walk through the streets of Salina Cruz. I walked up a steep but short hill that had an asphalt road all the way to the top; asphalt roads are the type of things that impress me. At one point, after I passed a young boy, I heard him say "gringo" and "guero" to his mom, at which point I turned around and smiled at him, and he cracked up. I continued to walk down a road that I thought would take me to the ocean, but it instead took me to an industrial harbor that seemed not to have any actual beach. Either way, it was a nice way to get some exercise.
Speaking of exercise, I seem to be combining a small level of it with a change in diet that is causing me to lose weight. The belt that I started the trip on its second hole now is very comfortable on its third, and for a few hours yesterday I even needed to go to the fourth hole to keep my pants up comfortably.
At this point, for budgetary reasons, I have pretty much given up on reaching South America. I am also tired of traveling with no roots anywhere. I'm looking forward to getting to Quetzaltenango on Monday, where I can stay with Steve, a family friend. Assuming I'm not immediately appalled by the city, I'm hoping to find a cheap place to live and some sort of work to do. It seems that my vagabond days on this trip are coming to a close, but not before a late-night bus right tonight. I wonder what the movies will be.
In the evening, I took a walk through the streets of Salina Cruz. I walked up a steep but short hill that had an asphalt road all the way to the top; asphalt roads are the type of things that impress me. At one point, after I passed a young boy, I heard him say "gringo" and "guero" to his mom, at which point I turned around and smiled at him, and he cracked up. I continued to walk down a road that I thought would take me to the ocean, but it instead took me to an industrial harbor that seemed not to have any actual beach. Either way, it was a nice way to get some exercise.
Speaking of exercise, I seem to be combining a small level of it with a change in diet that is causing me to lose weight. The belt that I started the trip on its second hole now is very comfortable on its third, and for a few hours yesterday I even needed to go to the fourth hole to keep my pants up comfortably.
At this point, for budgetary reasons, I have pretty much given up on reaching South America. I am also tired of traveling with no roots anywhere. I'm looking forward to getting to Quetzaltenango on Monday, where I can stay with Steve, a family friend. Assuming I'm not immediately appalled by the city, I'm hoping to find a cheap place to live and some sort of work to do. It seems that my vagabond days on this trip are coming to a close, but not before a late-night bus right tonight. I wonder what the movies will be.
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