July 14, 2007
"A little slack on the journal writing- here is my attempt to catch up¨. The 11th Lee, Heather and I headed off for a cable car ride over Taxco, it was rather quiet but the views more then made up for the lack of thrills. The classic colonial town stretch from high up in the mountain it is on down it´s sheer slop to the valley below. When we returned to the town we all split ways to go shopping, lee and I launched into a 3 hour st. Christopher hunt for a dear friend. Apparently he is not very popular in Mexico as every shop I went into I was greeted with blank stares, so I went from asking if they had any pendants with him to: Do you have the Saint walking in water with the child on his shoulder, the answer was repeatedly no, or when it was a yes the silver on offer simply was not up to the standard I was looking for.
That night we hit up a pretty quiet funky little bar and while Lee and Heather worked on Mojitos I was drinking trips on Mezcal on ice. Apparently me and that stuff are good friends, way tastier then Tequila.
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The next night we found ourselves back in the same bar. I knocked back a couple of more triples and by the time I´d done that they had gotten more Mint so that we could all enjoy some Mojitos.... We were chatting with some locals, and some of the ex-pats and when we went to leave the owner of the bar came over and mentioned that after we´d consumed 17 Mojitos we were the new all time record holders (in fact to keep our drinking going they had to twice send one of the waitresses to run and get more mint.) There were good intentions to keep the party going but as it was only 930 we needed to cool our heals for awhile. Lee started to fade as he was fighting a cold, and pretty soon the 4 hours of drinking we´d already put in had us stumbling our way back to our hostel. (BTW: Cobblestones, steep hills and a solid pissup is a rough walking recipe)
The morning of the 13th was Lee´s last full day in country, so it was time to get ourselves back to Mexico City for his flight. Fortunately Lee is a wonderful pal and he agreed to take my sleeping bag and some other odds and ends that I´d over packed home for me. The three of us parted way in Mexico City´s bus station. It wasn´t teary, but it was emotional. I´ll definitely miss having Lee along for this trip, for his ready smile, sense of humour, third set of eyes to keep a look out, and well because girls dig him and I was enjoying chatting up their friends. (Yeah I was "Turteling his Vince") Also it was more obvious that Heather and I weren´t an item by having another buddy.
All that and I know he heads back to Afghanistan in February and I won´t see him before then... and then I´ll just worry about his safety for the 6 months he´s over there.
I shall continue this story later and fill you in on the 30 hours of busses in two days that got me to Antigua Guatemala.
Those who have Facebook I´ve uploaded a few trip photos.
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