Taxco to Mexico City and back
May 29th 1995
New Moon
On Sunday night, which happened to be new moon, i began to feel sick in the early hours of the morning. I had a fever and i felt like shit. However, now i'd left it to the absolute last moment, i had to get up and catch the six o'clock bus to Mexico, sick or not. It wasn't much fun!
Of course, when i got the immigration, i was looking kind of seedy, because i was sick, which is not the sort of state to deal with immigration people in. It was also a Monday morning, which is not the best time to deal with government employees either! Anyway, he asked to see my money and i hadn't got any. I actually had a couple of hundred pounds in travellers cheques, but i knew this wouldn't come anywhere near what he wanted to see, specially as i didn't have a ticket out. So i had to say i'd left it in Taxco. He told me to come back with it within three days.
That was a real drag, but it wasn't disatrous. I had to get some more money sent over to me anyway, but to be forced to do it then, and in a hurry, was a bit of a pain in the arse. I spent quite a few hours, going round in circles in Mexico that day, trying to sort out the best way to get money sent into the country. Mexican banks are well known to be useless for this purpose, they sit on your money for weeks or even months sometimes. Eventually, i managed to work out how to get travellers cheques sent and got it organized. But by the time i got on the bus back to Taxco, i was exhausted.