Haiku

i got robbed
in mexico
and now i came home





Dude!

let me tell you about it. so, after a week or so at the sweet beach paradise the lady i was working for went a little crazy and i was looking for another place. i had gotten little hints like 'oh, that bitch is crazy, don't work for her' but nothing like a clear message:) and she seemed real sweet. and that carribbean blue water...
so i had to set out to find a new place to rent. and i found it a short while later at this nice older woman from austin, lin's place. she was renting a cute cabana- style house right on the beach and wanted to share the expenses. it seemed like a great option to just chill for a while and think about my next step- if i wanted to stay til the high season to make some cash. maybe i could pick up an instrument. the accordian. yeah.
but the very night i arrived at my chill new home...drumroll...i got robbed. theives broke in in the middle of the night when we were both asleep. lin woke me up early saying i think we were robbed. they had gone thru all of our stuff- taken the rent money, camera :(, all my adorning jewelry which wasn't worth anything to sell but alot to me. and more stuff, those f**kers.
after that. i started to fell mistrustful and vulnerable. i had a bad look in my eye.
let me tell you about the unlikely, unholy trinity of mexican law: taxi drivers, cops and drug dealers.
first, you have the taxistas. they are the taxi drivers which bank and make bank on the fact that the public transportation system there is a few buses short of non- existant. and the people of mexico are, hello, poor and without transportation so they spend all their money on expensive taxis. to be a taxi driver in mx- or at least where i was, it seemed like a prerequisite to be a gross and thuggy man. you really do have to be in the taxi drivers union, which seems like a mafia, and that's what people understand them to be. when i first got to tulum i had the idea of getting an old bus and just running it all day from the town, where the people live, to the the touristy beach about 4 miles away, where they work, so they wouldn't have to spend 5 bucks each way in a cab but everyone said don't even try it- you don't wanna go up against the taxistas.
next, it's the cops. like a uruguayan friend there said, "sure, i don't like the cops anywhere, but here- uhhhh(shudder)." more gross thug guys lookin ya up and down. in fact, people say dont even call the police if it is nighttime and you are getting robbed or something, cause whatever they bring is worse. and the corruption is so much. i can think of businesses that budget 5-10 thousand dollars per year on bribes to police and political figures.
lastly, the grossest thugs of them all- the drug lords. did you know that a majority of the cocaine from south america passes right by or through the yucatan? i heard so many stories of kilos and kilos washing up on shore or fishermen striking it rich with the-what did they call it- white fish or something like that. i think the drug people are the scariest and of course they are running the show. they take what they want and don't mind killing.
it really sucks for the mexican people to have to live with all these turds in power. as lin said- it's paradise with a twist.
so, i decided to come back to austin for a month or so. it's not what i had in the plans, but shit happens.
things i am looking forward to: staying with my friend abby who rocks, austin thrift stores( thank god! i just about died with no cute used clothes in latin america- i don't know how they stand it), seeing atx friends and family, going to community yoga, and oh yeah, figuring out what i'm gonna do with my life.
any ideas? i'll keep you posted. jeje(that's haha in spanish).