Crazy crazy Carlos....

Trip Start Sep 06, 2006
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Trip End Apr 01, 2007


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Monday, September 11, 2006

Isn't it funny how you embark on a journey, try to sever as many ties as possible, and just as you're about to leave, bang! something great comes along? Long bus rides lately have made me reflect on why I travel. Is it to meet new people? See new things? Find something more than what you had at home? And what if you realize that you had what you were looking for at home? What then? Anyway....enough sappy quasi-philo for now....

My day started with me darting awake wondering what time it was. As you may recall from previous entries, I had a bit of a time issue. Somewhere in Baja the time changes one hour ahead, but I never did figure out where. Since it was so confusing, I wasn't sure that the LP had gotten the bus time right. I assumed that it came at 8, since it dropped me off around then...but LP said 7. But when I woke up, it was still SUPER dark, so I wasn't sure it was morning at all. (I also had some watch issues.) Fortunately, the next door neighbours had some roosters, and they started their morning song shortly after I woke up. haha.

The hotel manager / school janitor / something with a hospital at the next town / taxi driver gave me a ride to the bus station, and just as he was dropping me off the bus arrived. At 730. But the girl had insisted that it would be there at 8...but we ended up leaving at 735. I'm still slightly confused as to when the bus was supposed to arrive. So I've learned an important Mexico lesson. Be an hour early, and be prepared to wait and hour after the "arrival" time.

The bus ride was excellent. Overall, I saw three military checkpoints, but only got stopped at one, and no one gave one damn about me. However, the somewhat stoned seeming yank traveller at the front of the bus got asked for his papers, and I think they were thinking seriously about searching his bags. Anyway.... I chatted with the driver for a while and got a tour of the Baja region from San Ignacio to La Paz. I got checked into my hotel, and went for a walk on the beach...where I met crazy, creepy Carlos.

Some dude from under an umbrella on the beach yelled out to me, so of course, after my recent experience in San Ignacio, figured he was a local wanting to greet me. For reference, La Paz is about 8 times as big as the "official" size of San Ignacio. (See previous entry.) At least. So I go over to say hello, and find out that Carlos is from El Salvador (But really Tijuana, but really Guadalajara). He pretty much tried to pour a beer down my throat. Sure am glad I had milcol training to teach me how to get a guy to back off!! So anyway, I sat down with him and his yank friend Trey and chatted for a bit. Turns out Carlos just got out of jail, is a professional footballer, and wasn't trying to sell drugs, he was trying to buy them. Pretty much the only thing out of his mouth that I believed was that he just got out of jail. As you can imagine, I moved on rather quickly, as did Trey (who had fallen asleep under the tree and woken up with Carlos beside him). Welcome to La Paz.

Dinner was good - some of the first real food I've eaten in days. My appetite isn't what is used to be. I sure could use some of Thor's Mac & Cheese! hahahaha.

Tomorrow I'm moving on to the mainland, and will hopefully be in Guadelahara. (The ferry is an overnighter though, so it'll be a day or so before I get a chance to update.)

Much love to all.

xo
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