life @ 13

every time i come around your city bling, bling

among all the "you should have been theres" that you should have been there for, my arguments with the TACA manager and the eventual packaging of my bicycle (two tiny boxes and well over a roll of packaging tape) top the list. my reality tv show ratings would have sored, and the climax where migration is reopened for me to make it on the flight keeps even the most dedicated channel surfers through the commercials (for clean socks, unripped pants, and post-1970 technology bicycles?).
although my decision was on a whim, i don't think i'm going to regret spending the next month or so in mexico. at least i won't regret the weather. the city is a world apart from anything else i've seen so far -- where else can you take a $.18 subway to the front door of walmart? san jose was OK, similar in theme to other latin american capitals but much cleaner and thus more boring. furthermore, it's home base for a gaggle of (mostly american) beach and ecotourist vacationers, so i went from having the country to myself to sharing it with other not-necessairly-like-minded people.
so now i'm going to
1. hang around the big (big) city a few days, probably wandering around on the subway
2. take the 35 pieces that are my bike and turn them back into one
3. figure out how the hell i'm going to escape this city
4. go north
5. kill the amoebas with tequilla if the drugs don't work
6. ?????????
7. return back to the land of cheap chololate