back on the road

holidays are over...

2 hours waiting at the wrong bus station, quick bartering with taxi drivers, late bus, 5 hour journey, seat right infront of toilet and 25min walk to hostel with stupid 20kg bag. i know i make it sound wonderful but in truth it is! its thrilling, i´m back on the road and this city; merida looks amazing, its busy and colorful and although its dark the buildings look pretty crazy. i walked past bands setting up in the zocolo (main sq), women in another barrio dressed in brilliant white traditional dresses are gathered ready for something to happen , who knows what. hay huge open amusement arcades with latino guys, all dressed up and sweating on dance mat computer games.

the hostel is ace...kitchen, hot water!etc, just met a girl who has met a load of people from the town, seems to have a wicked subculture, she was buzzed and told me a bit more about the zapatistas marching through here... its getting exciting.

already i´ve spoken more sanish today than in the last week and apart from those pesky amoebas coming back for a second round i feel grand.

my christmas and new years beach hols were amazing and much needed (and i got a tan at last) i met some really sound people and had a lorra fu, not all of which i remember.

there´s a photo lik¡nk on the side but i need to work on it, they are there somewhere.

tata for now.x