What do a system of canals, tacky gondolas, and deafening 80s music have in common? Moi, well to be honest, and a bit more succinct: A highly inebriated gringo unilaterally deciding to give the locals a break from the Mexican Ranchero music on family Sunday. But let me elaborate. Mexico city, besides being the worlds biggest traffic jam (along with …
The Informal Economy in Mexico
“Why do I have to give this guy 5 pesos? He isn’t doing shit.” I was annoyed. Random Mexicans kept popping up everywhere. Some wearing orange vests, some donning a badge looking like it was made by a stoned kid working at Kinkos, and others looking like just like beggars (hippies minus the attitude). “No, no Turner. This is their …
Chichen Itza, Boxed Tours, and Birdmen
I haven’t taken a boxed tour for along time, for a good reason. When you first start traveling, especially to very touristy places, boxed tours can seem like a great way to see the sites without a lot of hassle. But they are chalked full of another kind of hassle: annoying junkslingers wasting your time and shamelessly pandering for your …
Lucha Libre Raw & Exposed
So incase you were wondering what Lucha Libre actually looks like, I have two videos below. The first shows the entrance of the wrestlers, where the hot ring girls with the ginormous boobs can be seen showcasing their dance skills (at least I was incredibly turned on, mesmerized by the giant melons, impressed by the dancing). The second video is …
Mexican Wrestling – Lucha Libre
The beer is overpriced, the popcorn is stale and the seats are uncomfortable as hell, but the pure-unadulterated ridiculousness that ensues is worth every centavo. This is Lucha Libre, Mexico’s WWF wrestling. Barring masks, comical costumes and a flare for showmanship, these Mexicans know to rumble. There are the usual attractive and scantily dressed ring girls who parade around the …
Why You Shouldn’t Be Hungover When Job Hunting
Well surprise surprise…being apathetic and looking hungover is not in fact a winning combination when travel job hunting. I am beginning to suspect that my employers do not in fact appreciate my disheveled, honest look.
Sayulita Fisherman Job?
It didn’t even occur to me to try to get onto one of the fishing boats in Sayulita for my next travel job. It wasn’t so much apathy as it was an overwhelming sense of laziness as I stretched on the white, long sandy beach – Pacifico in hand admiring the slightly overweight Canadian girl with a magnificent rack sunbathing …