No blues here, just a literary allusion. From San Blas, stoners paradise, we drove into Gadalahara (spelled wrong here). It was extremeley difficult to leave San Blas with its waves, sunshine, and laidback lifestyle. But adventure beckoned. Gadalahara was huge, bustling, and very scenic, with sqaures, and plazas filled with artists, writers, and musicians. We stayed in a great hostel right downtown, we met a Columbian guy who convinced me and Barton anyway to definetly check out his hoem country. We met two stoner hippie chicks from Quebec who had bussed down from canada to San Diego just so they could cross the border at TJ, (some song they had heard or something). We passed on that joint though in favor of a night out, it was tuesday and pretty slow and due to another misunderstanding
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