It´s been 4 hours since we got here and no one has tried to kidnap us, mug us, or sell us on the amazing benefits and lucrative long term retirement plan that they´re offering to coke mules these days. Frankly, I´m a bit disappointed. We haven´t even been shot at. I expected there to be a lot more action. From the descriptions I´ve received from very reliable sources (sources is a French word which means "people who have never been there") Mexico City was supposed to be a post-apocalyptic wasteland with utter lawlessness, urban pirates running around pillaging, mountains of illicit powders just strewn about surrounded by stacks of dead bodies, monkeys wearing pants, and food cart tacos that melt your intestines the second you think about them.
But it turns out Mexico City is just a pretty nice place with a lot of interesting stuff to do and nice people, who, in more than a few cases, speak a bit of Spanish. Sort of anticlimactic when you have mentally prepared yourself to have to fight your way through an airport terminal full of rapists just to get to your checked luggage. Oh well, maybe Guatemala will live up to the hype.
Tomorrow we´re going to the bootleg market to see if we can find a chinchilla bulletproof vest. We were told you can get anything there. I have my doubts. And in case you´re wondering, I mean a bulletproof vest with a chinchilla fur covering. Although, now that I think about it, I´d be more impressed if we found a bulletproof vest manufactured to the specifications and needs of a chinchilla.
