Day 34 - Pochutla

The bus was running, but no seats available, so I had to find a place to doss in Pochutla for the night.

I think I’ve spoken about this before in another blog, but traveling alone has its pluses and minuses. The minuses are pretty obvious, loneliness, isolation, having to do literally everything yourself, from planning and logistics to security and negotiations, the list goes on but you get the idea. The pluses are I guess also obvious really, setting your own schedule, seeing what you want to see, eating where you want to eat, engaging with others as and when you choose, and the only rows you really have are on Messenger and therefore restricted to verbals rather than actual punching. One of the greatest pleasures is watching other people get on with their lives. I don’t mean studying through a long lens in a creepy way, just casual observation of normal folk doing normal stuff. A family having a special celebratory dinner for example. The world over this almost always includes one bored teenager repeatedly bouncing an empty water bottle on the head of his aged grandmother until his mother realises and smacks him while shouting some foreign obscenity. 

Boys talk about girls, girls talk about boys, and because it is 2018, some boys talk about boys and some girls... well you get the idea. It’s all just human beings being very human. Colour, creed and language seem to make no real difference wherever you go. I personally find it totally comforting that we are all fundamentally the same, and a little saddening that we still search to find enough differences to not get along. Wars eh? Bummer. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about any of that and can just relax while watching senile grandmothers and spotty youths administering and being administered a sound casual beating. 

Can I be honest? As much as I love Central American cuisine, right now, I’d exchange my left nut for a fucking pizza or something. 

Cute chunky young things chatting about whatever cute chunky young things chat about. Boys, tampons, rainbows, unicorns? How the fuck would I know? They’re girls and therefore an unfathomable mystery to me. 

I love this scene. It is so obviously a nervous first date in the best place he can afford (we’re all in a slummy drug den) she’s in her fiesta finery, and he’s just finished telling her how he’s saved nearly enough money to buy his taxi outright and within 2 to 3 years will be able to afford an American style fridge/freezer. ..I know that makes me sound like a massive arrogant prick, but I’m a massive arrogant romantic prick. I sat smiling at them both for a good hour.