coloso

i went to the mexican side of town today, coloso, out of curiosity. it was different. dusty, poorly paved roads, if paved at all, run down metal shacks behind wrought iron fences and make-shift this and that, babies crying in bicycle baskets and mexican music playing everywhere. it was so dirty and poor and sad. i much prefer the other side of town, the dreadlocked birkenstocked holier-than-thou psuedo existentialists, ex-pats from canada, usa, england, france, italy, australia. you know the type who grab the hot sauce bottle and only pretend to pour some on their food so everyone around thinks they like spicy food? the type who announce loudly in public that they would prefer hanging out in the poor old shanty town to the north than mingle with the western ex-pats in the south, but once they're behind closed doors they admit to only feeling comfortable amongst whitey? inflexible yoga enthusiasts, meat-eating buddhists, pasty rastafarians, walking, talking oxymorons. i do. i prefer the south side of town because i can wholeheartedly make fun of these people with a conscienceless ease. the mexican side of town, i admit i only wish i could feel comfortable in, because even though these people seem to have so little, they're all smiling. i dunno if it's just saving face or what, but i guess if i were them, i would at least hope that i would opt for a smile over a frown so i could enjoy myself in some form. a good friend said it best, when you've lost everything, suddenly you find yourself appreciating the smallest things. makes sense i guess. especially if you never had anything to begin with.

i bought a horchata,  a cinnamon rice milk drink ladled from huge vats of ice on street carts, sat on the curb and watched everyone do their thing for a while. nothing but shoes stores, hair salons and tamale stands. i got tired of looking at stray dogs and rode my bike a half an hour back to the south side of town, to the post office to drop off yesterday's letter to mike and then 15 minutes home. in the middle of the day, this close to the equator, that's a lot of sweating. i locked my bike to the front gate of the building and sprinted to the ocean, right in, i soaked until i felt cool finally.

out to dinner at bip-bip's for delicious quesadillas and cheladas. the caesar salad left a bit to be desired. too many anchovies, very fishy.

off to cozumel tomorrow, must sleep!

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