top note in mexico city:
sitting next to a mexican man on a bus in the outer suburbs of mexico. he was reading porn. CARTOON PORN. and also trying to hide it from me. HAVE SOME PRIDE MAN! also, i think he was touching himself. 4 stars.
top note from puetro escondido, mexico:
getting drawn into the perverse world of playing drinking games against mexican bar owners for the sheer satisfaction of watching the poor man do shot after shot of mescal. THEN IT WAS MY TURN. would've been fine if someone had told me I WASN'T DRINKING TEQUILA after more than 8 shots.
drunk friend: wow g-rock, you sure are good at drinking mescal."
me: mescal? what's that?
drunk friend: that stuff you're drinking dude...
my idiot self: ohhhhhhh, i thought this tequila tasted funny.
a few shots later...
random friend: wow, you're really hardcore to be drinking all those baby scorpians...
me: what baby scorpians??
random friend: the ones that came out of that mega-scorpian in the mescal bottle that have made their way into the last 3 of your shots... dude, are you okay???
me: um... yeh... i just thought that was dirt or like fluff in my glass... not BABY SCORPIANS!!! whoops...
highlights from san cristobal, mexico:
probably this rooster:
or this random, but delicious AND FREE meal:
top notes from tulum:
being too lazy to do anything much exciting. free really bad tequila aka tequila of death. french canadians (a la Quebecois) asking "but why do australians say 'to have sex' at the end of every sent-ance?" obviously didnt understand my explanation, fucken. rum, rum and more rum. blurriness and finally, in another quotable Quebecois question:
"why do you have your cum* in your bag?" (* in reference to my COMB)
to quote The Truckers, can i just say in an over dramatic voice... 'To be, con-tinued.'
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