We Need Jungle, I'm Afraid
I'll often say, self-deprecatingly, that one blog or another is indulgent. But even if they're personal, they'll still largely have some sort of theme. This is three days of diary entries while I was in the jungle without data or wi-fi. I think I'm allowed to call this one indulgent. Day 1 Things start inauspiciously. Several locals direct me to a particular road where I stand for an hour as dozens of combis pass, none of them going where I need to go. Too late, I recall researching Mexico and reading that Mexicans are so friendly they will often confidently give you wrong information rather than be obliged to say they don’t know or that they can’t help. It’s also possible I misunderstood something, my Spanish is at a crucial tipping point where I can ask questions and receive answers but there’s almost always something lost. Either way, all the chaos of trying to find the right spot (which I did, eventually) means I forget to do the single most important task I...
