mexico cont'd

after being on the public bus in any country, i don't know what to do with my hands. i don't believe sanitizer works, so i'm afraid to touch my face to play with my zit or to bite my cuticles. things are different here. seeing the old men asleep with their cowboy hats, i imagine them shoveling shit or dirt which has most likely been christened with a stray leper dog's feces. i can't help but to touch the top rails of the crowded bus as it bounces around, throwing babies into crying fits and mothers to cover their young from the weathered populus.

i say "i can't wait to wash my hands". steph offers me sanitizer and i ask her if she thinks it really works. she says "well, it kills 99.9% of bacteria". well, that means it doesn't work. they are just telling us that on the label so they aren't held liable if we get icoli. of course they would. but i use it. then i immediately put lip balm on with my pinky, negating everything i just said.

when we arrive to our place in melaque, i decide to sleep on the balcony so i can get some relief from this humidity. this way, i can hear the waves, as our digs are right on the beach. i can feel the wind and see the clouds and smell the ocean. sleeping on the balcony was short-lived. i need fans and cold air!