Photo Feature: Northern Mexico
Journal excerpt: 1/12/15
Inside the giant Auditorio Mascota in Mascota MX, sleeping on the ground next to my bike for safe keeping. At least this way if the Banditos come they’ll have to step over me.
We finally made it over the mountains, though two days of climbing almost killed us. Probably the sweatiest day of the trip, maybe of my whole life. Shirt dripping and all I could do to keep the sweat pouring down my face out of my eyes all afternoon. Though the last 25 k were downhill and then flat once we hit the farmland east of the range. Dyar’s phone got stolen out from under his hammock last night in Estancia so Ricardo and I hitched a ride up to the nearest police station in San Sebastián to file a report. We interviewed a cigar maker there and he said some amazing stuff about turtles “they walk slowly; but surely.” I fell asleep outside the police station and when I awoke Ricardo had charmed the ladies at the travel agency next door into giving us cake. Pretty good day.
Journal Excerpt: 1/25/15
Poem From a Dark Oxxo
The lights went out at the Oxxo
Halfway through my gas station taco
Dazed, we sit in the dark.
Where the hell are the others?
Feet numb. Ass too.
One of the attendants plays a bachata tune on his phone
flirting with the girl at the counter
as if this is just any old evening
as if life is just one big coconut
the tune small and hollow against the register alarm
Maybe they fell into a ravine
or were squashed by a pig truck
Maybe I’ll have to tell Riley’s mom that her son
what’s left of him anyways
is at the bottom of a hole in Mexico for no reason
Five days deep in a mad dash to Mexico City
a shitstorm death march to Mecca
Each day the same
oatmeal, sun, tacos, sleep.
Some chavo outside
bummed me a Red
and taught me the Chilango handshake.
“There’s good people in the world, but bad ones too.”
At least I think that’s what he said
hard to say