Took the bus through the nite (se puede "take" un autobus, no es la misma que cojerlo aqui:) ) and here I am again. However I wouldn't necessarely want to be here, already missing the beach and the people in Estado de Guerrero.
The bus ride was hidious. I was prepared to pleasant sleep and king-size seats like on my way to the other direction as I paid the same fee. The cruel reality was somehow crappy bus with quite small seats which made sleeping almost impossible. The journey seemed to feel much longer than 10 hours (long enough anyway). To make things worse, I didn´t manage to open the door of the toilet of the bus (!) - neither could the others I think - and couldn´t use the ear plugs to keep clear from the telenovelas. Ears quite infected, not a surprise after all the swimming. Don't dare to annoy them more with the plugs. There is a price to pay for every pleasure. At least for almost every pleasure. No free lunches, oh no.
Today I went to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition on Palacio de Bellas Artes. Luckily they had it still open. Will try to go to see her house on Sunday. Maybe. After all the queues to the exhibitions multiplied by sleepless nite on the bus and other quite sleepless nite back in Buena Vista, I felt so knackered that I took the tourist bus. One of the worst mistakes of my life as usual. It took 3,5 hours in this traffic to make 2/3 of the tour. Now my head hurts. I can not even wash clothes in the washing machine as I dreamed to. Poor thing is broken and the guy downstairs does not know when (if) it will be fixed.
This insomnia makes me crazy, I get irritated of all these tiny things. Also I get irritated by my own company. Which is even worse as it´s quite difficult to get rid of that.
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