Taxco to San Cristobal
June 1st 1995
I was sick all that week. The fever went, but i had serious diarrhea and felt really weak and tired. However, i had to go back to D.F., or Distrito Federal, as Mexico City's often known, to pick up my travellers cheques and sort out my visa. I went on Thursday afternoon, so i could stay in a hotel that night and i wouldn't have to catch the early bus in the morning.
Of course, when i went back to the immigration department with a wad of travellers cheques, they didn't even really want to see them! They gave me another sixty days, which is what i asked for, without any fuss. I stayed another night in D.F. and then caught the bus back to San Cristobal so i'd be there in time for the next dialogue.
Fortunately that bus had a working toilet, as i spent the entire journey shitting!
I got to San Cristobal early on Sunday morning. There was no-one in the house when i arrived, but over the next couple of days, Sonsoles arrived back from Zipolite, Ana arrived back from the forest and Jabi and Joserra arrived back from Guatemala, after meeting Chabi, a friend of theirs from Bilbao, in Honduras or El Salvador or somewhere. Alvaro and Raúl showed up too, the day before the dialogue was due to start. Our group was together again and we were all ready for the next session in Larrainzar.