Mas Tarde. We decided to do auto-stop to Los Lagos De Montebello. Not really this time to save money but mostly for the sheer fun of it and the opportunity to meet the real locals. Drunk or sober they practice the male-macho way of driving a car. A flock of turkeys crossing the road in Mexico better does so when there are no caros around!!! Checking in at some obscure basic hotel with the crazy name Mama-Coco or something stupid like that, at least the place has a restaurant as well where Miss Mama-Coco does the cooking herself, we will find out exactly how good/bad her cooking will be tonight i guess.
We looked at each other there and then but I don't seem to remember where and when.
Lost between worlds, lost between cultures, lost between people, religious feelings forcing an endless narrative inside my Farang skull, feeling best when on the road with my greasy old faded jeans, my sweaty T-shirt, my bulky backpack containing my woldly possessions.
Sleeping in third world rock bottom hotels, drinking cheap liqour with the locals, always in searching for a spiritual answer to my quest for peach and understanding.
Shunning away from camara hung tourists but having no problemo with th... full info