Dec 6, 2008

This morning we all decided to bath in the sea. The waves were much smaller than the day before. Jaime brought down last nights dishes and cleaned them in the sand. I washed my hair and then worked up the courage to swim out farther. I have a bit of a fear of the sea. Not so much for the water but the large, poisonous, and deadly creatures living within it. I think I have watched shark week to many times on discovery channel and it has brain washed me a little to be afraid of the water. Watching Piranhas and jaws a bunch probably hasn't helped either. Devon and I started body surfing and we rode a couple sets. Unfortunately however the waves tend to drop you right onto the beach and I suffered a gnarly scrape to my right kneecap. It looked as though somebody had rubbed 30 grit sandpaper on it and the salt water stung like hell. We all went back to camp and organized a bit. Devon made fun of us for sleeping indoors the other night but we both just ignored it. Devon used an empty bottle of this incredibly delicious brand of juice called Jumex to brew some tea. Jumex bottles are made of tin and are about 1.5L for the largest with a metal screw off cap for the top. They make a perfect substitute for a pot if you don't have one since they can boil water quite easily in them. They can be used for making soups, cooking rice, or just boiling water and everything in between. Devon also made more banana pancakes for breakfast.

After a little more sun bathing and tuning my guitar again, Jaime and I went to explore further down our beach. We eventually spotted some hammocks in the distance under some palapa huts. We went and layed in them for a long time and fooled around some more. getting two people in a hammock is a difficult maneuver but making out as well is really tricky. I would have probably suggested we have sex to but the difficulty factor seemed to high and so I decided kissing would suit my needs for the time. We made our way back again and discussed what to have for dinner. Jaime thought the super mini might have some veggies so her and Devon went for them. It seemed like they were gone forever. All I did in the meantime was play a little music on my guitar and read more of my Spanish book. When they came back I was up on a hill overlooking our camp trying to take some nice photos of the sunset. In their possession were more beers, tortillas, cheese, and vegetables. We made up some quesadillas with salsa and guacamole. Jaime suggested we buy some Mescal later and I agreed it sounded like a good idea. Devon warned me about this however. I told him I had drank it before in Canada and it was never a problem. I suggested before we do that that we go run around on the golf course that Jaime and I had seen earlier on our walk to the palapas. We all agreed and I was excited about the prospect of fresh grass under my feet. I had spent my summers growing up on a golf course that my grandparents lived on and really enjoyed the feeling of bare feet in grass. The sand also was particularly hard on my feet.

We all soon found out though that Mexico has much different grass than what we remembered from back home. Devon thought it was fake right away but after pulling a little out of the ground I confirmed that it wasn't. It had a rough dry feel to it though like astro turf. It seems that in more ways than one Mexican grass just cant stand up to Canadian. We decided to keep exploring anyways but lost sight of Devon in the dark after he wandered ahead. We found him lying on the grass finally and started to make our way back to camp. I heard some music in the distance and was pleased to hear it was Sweet Child of Mine by Guns'n'Roses. We decided it was time to get the Mescal and start the fiesta now. Halfway back down the beach however I noticed a large fire where our camp should be. I asked Devon if he had left some wood on our fire? He looked to the same spot and started to accelerate his walk. I took his cue and did the same. I grew more concerned the closer we got to it. I began to see silhouettes or people around the fire moving. Devon must have also seen this and he sped up to a jog. Jaime of course being completely oblivious to her surrounding noticed none of this and was left behind to day dream or pick up feathers. This was bullshit though we had left the camp for an hour tops and now some fucking Mexican bandits were burning our shit in our own fire.

Fortunately as we got closer though we saw that it was simply another camp just beyond ours full of Mexican teenagers playing music and having a good time. Devon and I were both relieved since we had pretty much thought the same thing. We sat down and had another joint and some more beer and explained to Jaime who finally arrived why we had left her behind. She of course was completely unaware of anything that had been going on which frustrated Devon and I a little. After the beer and weed Jaime and I went to the store again and bought Mescal and a bottle of Fresca to mix it with. On our walk back we saw that the camp beside us was now locked in an intense game of what looked like soccer baseball around the fire. We all drank more beers and the Mescal which Devon told me would give me a terrible hangover in the morning. We watched the stars come out and I got a slightly uneasy feeling not being able to see the big dipper which is almost always visible in Canada's night sky. We talked about food some more which had now become a very common topic of discussion. I began to devise a method of constructing a collapsible crab trap with some wire and netting. We all talked about how great some fresh crab would be and I decided it would be my mission to catch some at one point in my journey. Devon soon went to sleep by the fire again, Jaime and I made another attempt to sleep outside again. We made our bed and had some very enjoyable sex and fell asleep. Once again though the wind came in the middle of the night and we moved indoors again, which prompted another round of sex before a more comfortable sleep than I had outside.