Start a travel blog Login. Sometimes I suddenly find myself in a place with zero thoughts on my mind but the desire to leave. This is what happened in Puerto Escondido, and my last day was spent more or less waiting for an 8pm bus to Zihuatenejo. Last night I hung out with a couple of Norwegians and a guy with one arm. I tried to strike up a conversation with a Mexican guy wearing a Chivas shirt.
He seemed positively offended that I, some American tourist, was in his town. He made it a point to speak English to me and tell me that he was from this town. I made it a point to speak Spanish to him and be genuinely friendly. It quickly became apparent that he was not amused and I said goodbye and the guy with one arm later noted that I was playing with fire, as this guy was just looking for a fight.
Earlier that night, Dominic tandem bike guy explained an astute observation that he made while travelling through several countries. The other 1 percent, well, are not friendly and can get quite upset when someone invades their space. I take his observation one step farther and say that a disproportionate amount of those 1 per centers will be hanging out in shady bars at in the morning.
For now on, I am going to make it a point of staying away from places that remind me of Koes in Stockton. It was too expensive and I think I will do it in a couple of months in New Zealand. I caught a night bus from Puerto Escondido to Zihuatenejo. I have to say I am a tad disappointed to miss Spring Break in Acapulco, but I am sure I am sure the pain will fade with time. Anyway, I was watching Corazon de Valor Braveheart in Spanish and minding my own business, when a woman suddenly jumped into the seat next to me.
I was somewhat confused at first but it quickly became apparent that she was a prostitute looking for work. I think this is the most scared I have been so far on the trip: sitting next to a hooker on a night bus, repeatedly telling her to leave me the hell alone. She finally got off the bus and I was a bit relieved to be able to stop protecting my bag like a small child. Zihuatenejo was good, but again, very hot. I grew very tired of sweating while sitting down, so I decided to stay only one night.
