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Published: April 11th 2005
So, I finally made a trip to one of the ancient sites for which the pueblos indiginas of the americas are so well admired. I don´t really like the term ´ruins´. It makes you think there´s nothing there but crumbles and debris. I've FINALLY taken some time to get some photos up, so go back through my entries and check 'em out, at your leisure of course.
Palenque is a five hour bus ride north east of here, and one of the larger cities built by and inhabited by Mayan civilizations. I went there to think, and just to be in the immediate persense of big histories. It´s pretty incredible to see, and climb buildings 1300 years old, built with out pack animals, or even wheels.
Thinking? Not enough planning went into this trip of mine, and I think I´ll head back to my roots. Branches can´t grow without 'em. Canada is nice. Yeah.
I spent the last three days remembering my francais, or I should say Quebecois. I met more Canadians in Palenque than I have throughout the rest of my trip. The communal attitude towards food, fun, music, is really something special. There's no trading tea
for cheese, it just happens. And apparently, banjos and guitars are not to big for backpacking.
I came back to San Cristo because I'm already comfortable here. Last week I made preliminary connections with three of the organizations that support and work with the neighbouring Zapatista communities. Human Rights observation, and other supportive activities are largely organized here. That's also what Palenque was for, to think about how important a couple weeks in Zapatista communities is to me. I really don't know. Part of me says, I'm right here, and would be foolish to miss the opportunity. Another part of my says I'm being greedy, and I really have nothing to offer these people. It'll be in the next couple hours, after a meeting with el centro de derechos humanos, that will decide what happens in my next couple of weeks.
Do you know Johnny?
Do I know Johnny? I had breakfast with Johnny. Let me tell you about Johnny. We were walking down the road, and Johnny pulls out his gun, and Johnny, he says to me, he says 'take off your pants', and I didn't want to take of my pants, but Johnny had the
gun, so I took off my pants. Then Johnny, with the gun, he says to me, he says 'fait de kaka', and I didn't want to fait de kaka, but Johnny, he had the gun, so I fait de kaka...And Johnny says to, me says, 'mange ton kaka', and I don't want to mange mon kaka, but he's got the gun, so I mange mon kaka...now I look at Johnny, and he's looking at the rest of my kaka, so real fast, I grab Johnny's gun...Now I gots the gun, so I says to Johnny, I says, 'take of your pants', and he doesn't want to take off his pants, but I've got the gun, so he takes off his pants. Then I says to Johnny, I says, 'fait de kaka', and he doesn't want to fait de kaka, but I've got the gun, so he fait de kaka. And then I says to Johnny, I says 'mange ton kaka', and he doesn't want to mange son kaka, but I've got the gun, so johnny mange son kaka...And you ask if I know Johnny? I had breakfast with Johnny.
I thought that was funny. Take 'er easy folks.
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In Palenque
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Who's Johnny she said?
Nice story, I've been following your journal ever since my friend and I planned our lil trip to mexico...however, fate being fate, we ended up in the Dominican Republic. But I'm still looking forward to Mexico...sigh. Until then, I'll be following your lil saga and wishing I was there. Hhmm, in a non-stalkery kinda way. - Sianna silver