posiblemente sea mi imaginación
Mexico is beautiful at night
The moon smiles
and the lights of Acapulco sparkle like stars in the sky.
Journal entry written while on bus and doodle
As I look out my window I realize I am completely at the mercy of this place. I arrive in Acapluco at 2 am, which is not exactly an ideal time to be travelling anywhere in Mexico, or so I have been told. I am tired from all the travel, but I know I must stay with it and reserve what little energy I have left. Thankfully I managed to find a market back in Zehuatenjo and picked up some food, I will not have an empty stomach. I get off the bus and as soon as my feet touch concrete I attempt to get my bearings. As if put into a trance I walk away from the bus forgetting my bag I stowed underneath, it isn’t until I reach the ticket booth that I realize my epic failure. I calmly rush back to the bus and I see the attendant looking at me and he points to the belly of the beast. I see my bag and quickly grab it and sling it over my shoulder, I say ‘gracias’ and place my hand to my heart. As I walk back towards the ticket gate I can’t help but feel as though I am in a movie, perhaps this is a defence mechanism for the reality I am in. I sense one could easily get lost here which is both, scary and invigorating. In my experience when these two forces meet magic happens, and interestingly enough ego succumbs to reality of the moment. I may be someone where I am from, here, at this moment, I am nobody. I eventually find a bus company that runs to Puerto Escondido and attempt to request a ticket using basic Spanish and perhaps a little morphic resonance . Thankfully I find I have an ear for Spanish, this is promising, although I do have some difficulty articulating a response, I will need to work on this. The ticket lady jumps on my cloud to let me know that both, my bank card and Visa, will not work. I look over to the right and happen to see an automated machine, I say ‘una momento por favor’, and make my way towards the machine. To say this place is surreal would be a serious under statement. I begin to notice I am the only tourist in sight, I am grateful so far that the people of Mexico have been friendly and hospitable. At the automated bank machine I experience another minor setback, it doesn’t allow me to take out any money and with no money no bus. Four men, all taxi drivers, ask me if I want a taxi to Puerto, I kindly reply, ‘no gracias’. In a blind leap of faith I tell them the automated machine doesn’t work, a man stands up walks over to me and says try again, I do and he stops me at the point it rejected me the first time, he hits a button and my card kicks out and he directs me to immediately reinsert the card, and wouldn’t you know it the machine kicks out 400 pesos. I say ‘gracias amigo’ and walk back to the ticket counter and order my ticket, as I walk back towards the entrance to the departure terminal I stop at the men who helped me out and offer one of them some pesos…he accepts my offer. I enter the departure holding area and find a seat. As I surrender to the experience I see good signs, I feel good about the next leg of my journey, I will make it to Puerto Escondido, ‘Si se puede’.