The Waiting is Not The Hardest Part and Only In Mexico

Waiting for my window of Shaman opportunity, I'm growing a little restless. Normally when I travel I try to kamikaze as much as I can get in, sights, museums, destinations and adventures. This trip has a different purpose, one I'm still trying to adjust to. Balancing the patience necessary while waiting to get to Oaxaca with my desire to see and do all is becoming a challenge. Factor in what my capabilities are physically, sift it all through my medication induced brain fog and what do you get? I don't know yet but Ill let you know when I figure it out.

After the ritual WNB, yesterday morning my hosts decided to take me to the Zocalo, probably to shut me up more than anything else, but it was a sight. All juiced up for the bicentennial, and no manifestaciones (protests) made it a good day to sight see.

200 Years since "The Grito"

Ive seen the Zocalo before but it has been some years and certainly the decoration added a little zip. Ed served as my guide and gave the tour a little historical flavor that added to the experience.

Often the Indians demonstrate there, I'm not sure why, probably against something trivial like discrimination or equal rights, but today there were content to entertain us.



I was hoping for hot chicks and a pole, but alas it was still very entertaining to watch.

Close to the Zocalo is the ruins of the Templo Mayor, and while I'm sure Ive seen it before I just cant place it as ruins and pyramides tend to blend like cathedrals in Europe. See two or three and you've seen them all. The Templo Mayor has had some recent excavation since 2006 and it was facinating to see the layers upon layers built throughout each Aztecs rulers reign.

and the top of the temple

They're not dead, they're just thinking...

Only in Mexico.

I'm sure everyone has an "only in (insert crazy location here)" Here one of mine. I will set the stage by saying that while I consider myself 420friendly, I'm not very 420active. Its never really been my thing. Anywhoo the other day we were 420friendly-ing in a wardrobe closet when a hippie-ed out business guy dressed in traditional Indian attire pulled this out of his man purse...

To recap, "only in Mexico" does a hippie-ied out business guy in traditional Indian garb hand you a hit of Ecstasy in a wardrobe closet while smoking a joint. Or maybe that happens all the time and Ive just led a sheltered life.

I'm thinking to myself that given the current state of my health that its really not the time to be experimenting with recreational drugs, so I asked ED, "Hey is this safe for me to take even though I'm sick?" He replied, "You're already dying, you think THAT is going to kill you?" Huh, hard to argue with that logic.

Sadly or fortunately, depending on your perspective, we ll never know as it disintegrated in my pocket before I could fully assess the potential health consequences.
We've decided to rent a car tomorrow and drive to Oaxaca seeing some of the sights along the way. As its a 12 hour car ride Pablo's Travels will probably go dark for a couple days.

and with that I will leave you with an unholy symbol of corporate global greed and domination. Enjoy.