Funny: a lobby full of clowns in a hotel I passed earlier today here in Merida--clowns at rest, chatting, smoking cigarettes, puffing up their orange Afros.
Tag: chetumal
Winding down
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
Not dead. Just dead tired.
My pants smell like old plush bus seat--I know you know what I'm talking about.
Not dead. Just hungry.
More details to come, but last week was a high-speed car chase.