Working on some bang-up pieces about the only place in Mexico worse than Tampico, our psychic experience in Xcalac, my career as a used Panama hat salesman, the greatest hotel bargains we have seem and whatever adventures come our way tomorrow.
Was kind of bummed out and stopped writing when someone mentioned seeing typos. How foolish I was to be so sensitive, but I am who I am or yam as Popeye and Richard Wright said.
Man, if you ever wanted to drive to Mexico, this is the time. Hotel occupancy is low and prices are too.
Blogs should be immediate, non-polished writing in the moment or near it, not finished works of art. This one is written under extreme conditions. We drive all day, roll into town around dark, check out half a dozen hotels and then eat. I get a chance to blog around 10 PM, if I am not too tired, which I often am. Then it is up at the crack of 8 AM (6:30 tomorrow). We are currently back in Palenque, heading for Cascadas de Agua Azul and San Cristobal de las Casas in the AM.
At one point, we had to depend on a generator for Internet access and then only between certain hours of the day.
Generally, the hotel internet access is quite slow, so just writing and transfering the info from Word to WP screws up all the formatting and puts in funny characters. Writing live is painful on a slow connection. So, if you see typos, please don't bust my chops.
Also, some people don't seem to understand that this is about driving Mexico. The whole point of this adventure to prove to the Negative Nellies that driving in Mexico is safe. Don't believe the hype of the news media that would make you think Mexico is a war zone. It is not. I am reporting honestly on what we feel and see. Only once have we felt unsafe on the road. The scariest place was a town near Merida. Nuevo Progreso, Yucatan felt scary, but it had nothing to do with drug cartels. I didn't like the town when I went there on a press trip 112 years ago.
Oops, one of those pesky typos sneaked in! I am not that old, although I feel it sometimes on this trip. Make that 12 years ago. There are gangs there, as there are in most cities in the USA. It was the only place where I heard somebody call me a cabron behind my back. (OK, many people have called me that to my face back home, but it was always with a smile).
OK, Internet is about to go off here, so posting away. More soon.
