here i am at last in mexico.
the journey has been quite strange. driving to the station with anthony, feeling the train moving under my feet, wandering around like a lost soul trying to find someone you're supposed to meet at the airport.
then flying, bump bump. i read a whole book about amnesty in one go. made me think about why i´m doing the things i'm doing at work, how it all connects with who i am.
then huston, flirting with the immigration latino guy (beats getting the completely rude option) he said, "mexico´s a strange country. so long as you are ready to expect anything... i hope you like it". then he made me blink twice so my photo could be registered for the umpteenth time in the usa's massive paranoia database.
and leaving the airport, next to each plane's future "parking" slot a sign: "flight xxx, safe and on time". safe from what?
arrive in mexico, get done at the airport buying a whole lot of roasted onions i don't want. but at least they're nice! and we have to wait 2 hours for the next bus, because -- i guess -- it would be too luxurious to get people that have been flying for almost 24 hours to the hotel so they can rest. they must suffer a little bit more. some on the edge of tears.
and how in the hotel, breakfast had, outline explored, internet cafe identified.
see how the day unfolds
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