Field of Daize’s

I would be writting more in the way of entries, but the connection to this diary has been bad as of late. A pity, because I have so much to write about! But that is the way it goes, I suppose.

I am currently in Huatulco… a 15 hour bus ride from Mexico City. It is absolute paradise, no doubt about it. After going to CanCun and Acapulco, this beach is clearly the best beach I´ve ever been to. Ever.

The beaches here are nothing like the Australian ones, although I can´t quite pin point the technical differences. A distinct lack of surf is one, I suppose, which I am sure would deter most of the pricks I grew up with. But it is more than the physical characteristics: the warm water, the non-sticky sand. More than the people here, the fresh cocounuts that get brought out to you whilst basking in the sun, or the coral reefs where we snorkeled.

For me, there is an unmatched serenity in this place. It is like a child, that is not fully aware just how beautiful they really are, and can´t appriciate the stares they get. In short, I have many photos to show anyone interested in hearing me yack for hours.

A little about my adventures. Yesterday we took a tour. It was a 20km trek to a small (read 600 hectare!) ex-coffee plantation which is now a ecological park. Let me clarify in no uncertain terms that I have no idea what is meant by ecological park. In this country, I am taking that to mean a place where they don´t let humans in that don´t have a lot of money. Or something like that.

But don´t let my angry art student words mislead me… the place was paradise itself. After the nausiating trip up some dirt roads on a mountain, we reached the place. Instantly, we were handed some coffee and sweets, and then off to a trek through the woods. The vegetation is tropical, and the heat intense, but our efforts where paid off when we reached a set of waterfalls.

These are not the biggest falls I´ve seen, or the most impressive. But I cannot describe just what a good time we had there. It must be a conbination of being with my parents, or perhaps it was the earnest wanting of jumping into the water to evade the summer heat. Or maybe it was the fact that even though I´m the fattest I´ve looked in all my life, I didn´t give a crap and just swam till I could literally swim no more. My arms and pecs are totally killing me at the moment, and yet I wouldn´t change one single moment of this experience.

I offcourse wish I was thinner. I don´t wish to stop eating all the fatty food that gets offered to me, but I do wish I could travel with less weight. I suppose this means that I have to go on a serious diet when I get back to Oz, which should be easy, considering that I have NO money left at all. I spent nearly my last $100 US on changing my flight to stay an extra week in LA… and now I´m spent. There will hopefully be a couple of jobs waiting for me in Oz, but I am still not eager to get back to the drudgery.

If there was a way of making money really quickly that didn´t involve drugs or death…

I´m off, my time on the internet timely cut by being invited out to drinks. All you can drink bars….. this is an insane and devilishly yummy idea!