Villahermosa, 23-01-1990. We decided on an over night bus to Villahermosa which took eight hours so we would save money on a hotel. Two of our belizian friends came along to the bus depot their faces looking sour at seeing us off without any business done, too bad.....FOR THEM!!! James even took a whole cigarette pack out of the shirt pocket of one of them, the man really can over do things when he feels safe behind my back. Still....the cigarettes came in really handy for the long over haul to Villahermosa. We had a long discusion about putas to while away the long bus ride. According to James putas son como drogas but he just likes them, tell me something new, mon!!!
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