Category: Mexico

  • If anybody else tells me I shouldn’t have checked the camera, I’m liable to go postal.

    The more I travel on in this world, the more I become convinced that the universe uses me as its toilet. I arrived home from Cancun at 11pm Sunday night, opened up my suitcase, and found an empty camera bag. No D80. No lenses. No good. My mother was surprised at how well I handled […]

  • One-way conversation with an old guy in Miami

    I’m trying desperately to find a working outlet at the Miami airport so I can charge my computer before my flight to Cancun. All the plugs on the Samsung charger are full, and the plugs in the wall don’t seem to be operational Me: Shit. Guy: looks up from his book Me: Can you believe […]

  • American Airlines: please sink into the ocean and die.

    The problem with being an insomniac, even an insomniac with a cache of tranquilizers, is that there are no half measures. There’s no “turning in early”, there’s no” quick five hours of shuteye”, there’s only unconscious or no. And when you have a 4:30 wakeup call, the answer is usually no. So it was no […]

  • For anyone who was wondering, I won’t be in Cancun until 9pm.

    I was supposed to get there at 2 in the afternoon. Guess whose flight was cancelled. Guess who’s now traveling to Mexico via Puerto Rico via Miami, so guess who gets to go through Customs twice. Guess who is not pleased. Traveling. What bliss.

  • Mexico

    the day after our wedding, we didn’t go to bed until 1am. we woke up at 4 to catch our flight to Mexico. We spent two hours in line at Logan, three hours drinking Pacifico and smoking cigarettes in Mexico City, then took a prop plane for 60 stomach-twisting minutes to Zihuatanejo. And we were […]