Mexican Lessons

Bus jouneys across deserts are very tiring and make you do stupid things. In a five minute period, I forgot what the Mexican currency was and stood helpless in mid-sentence while a queue shuffled behind me, accused an Aussie of being American, dropped and broke the phone I had just borrowed and walked into a room and sat on the bed thinking 'Marilyn's moved the luggage' withiout registering that it wasn't our luggage. I almost asked the German woman who walked in what she was doing in my room.

Nothing is what it seems. The girl in the bus station standing at a desk, under a sign that said ' We sell ferry tickets' in English and Spanish, denied all knoweldge of any ferry and seemed amazed that somone had put a sign above her head mentioning ferries.

Time tables have no contact with reality. We planned to spend the day on the beach. We missed the 10.30 bus that left at 10.20, the noon bus did not and never had existed, the 2pm bus didnt arrive because it supposidly had broken down. We caught the 3.30 bus that left at 4.

Marilyn hasn't lost her abilty to pull. At every bar she gets chatted up. In one she had an American crying when she asked him what he thought of Bush. The guy with the knife is Enrique who we have been traveling with for the past few days

You have to keep on your guard. We where walking down a dark road after having a great meal in a small local resturant we had found. I couldn`t remember its name so turned round - just at the moment that a guy was going to snatch Marilyn's bag. We both jumped but luckily for us he ran off down a side road. This is the second time on our travels that this has happened after a partciuarly good dinner, you would think we would learn!