myth — what remains
A myth is what remains
after any story, millennia later...
Truth survives thanks to Myth.
On the way to the National Institute of Migration I scrounged up some cash. 7 pesos. Started picking up loose change along the road — you never know when you might need physical money.
If I had cash, I wouldn't be walking here )) I'd be taking the bus. But right now I can't even pay for a taxi — in Playa that's only possible with cash.
By chance I found that very Farmacia Guadalajara I'd spotted when I rode into town on the bus from Merida. What a coincidence — it's located 20 meters from the migration office. Not on the map, by the way.
It was hot, felt like 35-40. The heat wears you out, melts your brain. Even the air is hot — you breathe in what feels like steam. What it'll be like in summer — scary to imagine.
I miss the fresh forests of Russia. I miss the snow. Yes, damn it, the snow. I never had much love for winter and snow. But now I'm saying I miss it. Bought some water. Nice and cold...
At the migration office there's a line. Didn't wait — it's close to closing. Some people in line looked Russian — I can tell by their facial expressions. Tomorrow I should get up early to get ahead of everyone...
Across from the migration office there's an MMA, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai gym. Decided to check it out — closed. A Jiu-Jitsu coach named Alan was walking out the door with what must have been his friend or student. We introduced ourselves. Surprisingly, both speak fluent English. Very friendly. They invited me to train. I'm thinking... Far from home... Not like the boxing gym — that's 5 minutes away. Time is precious... How I want to train consistently without interruptions for all kinds of crap... The cost of traveling — especially in these tough times.
On the way back I stocked up at my lifesaving pharmacy with food — everything on the shelves that I actually eat. Scooped it all into my backpack. Stocked up for a month ahead. Not everything was on the shelves — the most important thing was missing: Frijoles — that's a kind of cooked beans that saves you time — just add them to boiled rice or buckwheat and that's it — Buen provecho.
Maybe I should open a factory when I get back to Russia? We don't have beans like that. But I wish we did. That's what happens when you travel. You see all kinds of things...
Decided to stop by Walmart to check if NFC works there. On the way I went into Super Naturista — bought Chia with Flax. How can anyone live without Chia? Every morning I eat Chia, and every evening I chew flax seeds soaked for 12 hours. Useful stuff — both of them. You just have to chew them, otherwise there's no benefit...
Next, Walmart. NFC doesn't work — what kind of backwardness is that. )) Such a huge supermarket and no NFC. Does nobody in this country use NFC? Annoying. I wanted to buy fruit, all my hope was on Walmart. There is, though, a food delivery service. Must be private. Some passionate soul, apparently, decided to get ahead of the whole civilization here. I'll try ordering from home, if I'm not too lazy...
Right now I'm home, the fan's blowing on me and it's still hot... Finishing up this post, which I'll publish a bit later, it's 2:34 PM. Soaked in sweat.
Meanwhile I'm listening to a Spanish lecture. Tired of not understanding the locals. But, without noticing it myself, in conversations with locals I've started sometimes putting together whole sentences and even without a translator.
The adventures continue...
Arthur O'Harra.