the driver bundled us into the van without saying a word. he spoke exclusively to the mexican family. he made us squash at the back for their comfort and convenience. we ganged up on him in many languages. we made a point of having fun in spite of him. we created a chain of linguistic complicity, uruguayan pricks here ears and translates the exclusive commentary into english, austrian translates into french, italian mixes up from both...all the way from the front to the back.
we saw maya pyramids, colourful lakes, lush forests, communities of expulsados. and on the way back, we laughed, with the satisfaction of having won the day against bad karma.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
guide bad karma
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