Puerto Escondido to Mexico
June 27th 1995
New Moon
At last the new moon came round and i caught the bus over that night. The bus went all the way back to Pochutla, which was a bit of a drag, as i'd thought i was getting closer by going to Puerto Escondido. But never mind, at least i was on the move.
Mexico first thing in the morning was fairly cool, but not as cold as it had been two months ago, on that morning of the new moon before last when i'd arrived there the first time. Then, i'd arrived at the airport and this time i ended up there too for some reason. The bus station that i arrived at wasn't one of the main ones, but a small one, about halfway between the airport and TAPO, the main bus station on that side of town. I walked off to find the nearest metro station, which was Aeropuerto. I didnt realise that this wasn't actually the station that was at the airport, but was down the road a fair distance, and i ended up at the airport which was a much longer walk. The metro station at the passenger area of the airport's called Terminal Aerea (or air terminal)...
Anyway, i had to hang around for a while until it was late enough to phone people without waking them up and i wandered around the airport a bit. It was weird in a way, being back here, unintentionally on another new moon morning. Or at least i thought it was weird at the time. It was a bit like a flashback.
I eventually got to speak to the person who'd said i'd have somewhere to stay in Mexico, but there were problems. In a few days it would probably be ok, but not right now. Shit! I really didn't need any more aimless wandering and hanging around.
I'd travelled forty thousand kilometres in the last six months - and half of that had been on buses, trains and ferries. Twenty thousand kilometres is what i normally travelled in one year within Australia - up and down the east coast. Forty thousand in six months was pretty heavy going for me. I was sick of it and i was sick of being homeless. I was sick of writing this stuff in exercise books - i wanted to sit down and write it on a computer and get it organized. I had writing to do and i wasn't doing it. In fact, i wasn't doing anything that i really wanted to be doing. I'd had enough!
I got the metro into the centre of town and began to look for travel agents. I needed to suss out tickets out of here somehow anyway, but it was also beginning to occur to me to just jump on a plane and go to London. The more i thought about it, the more i felt like doing it, despite the fact that it was incredibly expensive to buy air tickets in this country. The best price i managed to find was nine hundred U.S. dollars, for a trip that's half the distance of the flight from Malaysia to here, which only cost six hundred. However, in the end i just thought bugger it! I'm going!
It was a real drag having to pay out so much for an air ticket, but then i thought i normally manage to get good deals and i've done a lot of cheap flying, so once won't be so bad. Anyway, when it's time to go, it's time to go... I booked onto a flight for the next day. Direct to London, not via the US, so i wouldn't have to suffer the bullshit of the gringo government's stupid power games again.