Well it's Mr. Mathew Jelly himself writing again. It seems he's been spending some time lately as a homeless man but all works out in the end! I'm hoping he comes back home soon frankly, but Matt's a big boy and he can take care of himself. He promised he'd grow me a beard for when he came back. Teehee.
Hi there.( And more... )
After two and a half weeks, Alex and I rolled into San Miguel de Allende, by the thumbs and by the feet. First off I'd like to thank those of you who were worried; yes, I´m still alive. We arrived a week and a half ago and I'm just recovering now- 300 kms can take a toll on the mind and the body.
From Ciudad Valles we walked on, to the waterfalls at Tamasopo, where we camped for the night with a group of bilingual students, Rio Verde, where we stayed in a 50 peso hotel room filled with cowboys and vagabonds, on to San Luis Potosi where we were supposed to (but eventually did not) take part in an anti-war protest, and then down the road a bit where we slept outside a foul smelling fertilizer plant.
The day after waking up at the shit factory, we managed to swing a ride to Quaretaro, just an hour's drive from San Miguel de Allende.
Our ride into town was nuts. This total nutjob picked us up in a rickety lettuce truck that was just a bit too big for the roads we were driving on. He kept spraying the cab of the truck because it reeked of pot. Then he asked us to roll a joint. But alas we had no suitable papers. He ended up hollowing out a cigarette, filling it with weed, lighting and smoking it, all while swerving from one side of the road to the other. But anyway, it was good and it was free.
He let us out beside the San Miguel prison and filled our arms with lettuce, which we held proudly like bouquets of flowers as we walked into town, too stoned for our own good. A group of angry school kids chased us with a stick because they thought we were hippies, me with my bandana, month-old beard and painted right shoe.