I could barely hear the howling. There was too many people. Like a single organism squirming around in it’s own filth. A mass of warmth and bodies writhing and shuddering in an agitated sort of anticipation. Everywhere a tumult of faces and sound, a thundering drum of feet beating cement, a twisted tribal dance coaxing…
So it has been a month. And although I have only been here a month, I think I have eaten enough tacos al pastor, soaked up enough sun, spoken enough Spanish, squeezed into enough subway trains, drank enough tequila and lord knows had enough hangovers to paint a decent picture of what my first month here…
I found him in a bar in Mexico City. He was hunched over a book with a creased spine. The pages swallowed him and he refused to look away as he reached for his beer, piercing through bottle and froth to the words below. He had the habit of folding his upper lip beneath the…
Well not really, but moving to Mexico isn’t going to be easy. It’s not moving to a new place that’s the problem, on the contrary, I couldn’t be more excited to step off that plane into the Mexican sun, no place to stay, with my entire life stuffed into a bag on my back. It’s…
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