Alright people this is the first update of many. At this point I suggest you grab yourself a nice cold cerverza to sip on. Gather your emotions and make sure you are reading this with a clear and openmind. Yes, go ahead and make yourself comfortable now. Just relax and take it easy amigo estas con dios. So go ahead turn off the t.v. Put some spanish music on, immerse yourself baby. Tell the Kids/wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend to stop yapping and get ready to have your socks rocked off.

My friends you are about to embark on a journey of adventure, for the next month 1/2 I am going to be your eyes and ears from the Beaches of Cabo San Lucas to the jungles of Quintan Roo. To the mountains of Michoacan and the metropolis of Mexico City.

For the second time in less then a year I found myself entering a plane bound for a foriegn country alone. And for the second time I was hit be a wave of anxiety as I waited for the boarding call which only grew as I entered the plane and found my seat. The anxiety stems from the knowledge that for the most part I am going to be alone and dependent upon myself in the case of emergency or trouble. One thing I do enjoy more and more though is that which causes me stress. I enjoy the uncertainty that comes along with such situations. Besides once the plane left the ground I was asleep.

Cabo San Lucas is not a backpacker friendly city by anymeans of the imagination. The tourist consist of newlyweds(Suckas!!!) and older folks in the age range of mid thirties on up with most hailing from Canada or the Mid-West. The beachfront is all glitzy hotels and resorts hugging the shoreline. Beach front bars are shoulder to shoulder and seem to be in a competition to out umbrella one another and this is a good thing because during mid-day the beach is the only refuge from the heat.

And it is at the beach where all the action takes place. Its hard to find a quite place to relax with the sound of various classic rock songs thumping in the background, intermittenly broken up by various Bar MC's announcing drinking contest, bikini contest, bathing suit switching contest and asking deep philosopical questions such as:

MC: Who is going to be getting laid tonight?

Everyone: Cheering and clapping

MC: Who is getting s***faced today?

Everyone: Cheering and Clapping

 MC: If you came here to get laid and Drunk let me hear ju scream!

Everyone: Cheering and Clapping

As I stepped off the bus into the city center I had no reservations with any hotels but I did have a hot lead for a cheap hostel. Not beachfront property but close enough to the beach and downtown for a drunken tourist to meander his way back safely. I found the place and remarked to the proprietor how aesthitically pleasing it was. I asked for a room and was surprised to find that the price on the internet seemed to have doubled in the time it took me to arrive by plane from LA which is only three hours away. Unfortunately the price was to steep for my meager means so I had to hit the pavement... or more acurately dirt road and start my search for a cheap place to stay. After going into one other fairly decent place I was given another price range that didn't fit with my idea of being fiscally responsible. $45 dollars a night. More expensive then any hostel in Europe by far. I left the establishment and lo and behold directly across the street was just the place I was looking for. La Hotel Luisa. It was really something like a duplex.

I walked into the open yard/lot/parking area past a couple of dogs that I would have taken for dead had it not been for the snoring that was coming from one. Off to the side was the office. The office was multifunctional. Not only was it the office it was also a taco stand. When I arrived the landlady was serving up a couple of meals to some local men. I asked for the price and was glad to hear that the rooms were $30 dollars a night. Compared to what I had been quoted earlier this was good enough for me. The ladies husband walked me to my room and opened the door. Before entering I asked a key and he informed me that they only had one key and it was his. This idea is always shifty in my estimation and as a result I took to hiding everything of importance anytime I left the place.

These people were really quite the entrepenears I must admit. The property owners were business people. A hotel, kitchen and pimping on the side. One night when I stumbled my way to my to the hotel the boss man/security asked me if I wanted a prostitute. Some girl staying in the room next to mine. I kindly thanked him for the offer and just let him know that all I wanted to do was go to sleep.

Throughout my time in Cabo I found myself in my room getting ready for the nights adventures with a bottle of tequila or brandy... fiscally responsible you know. Boy, would I be lonely. I would be taking shots getting dressed and talking to myself trying to get pumped. I would just imagine what I would do back home with the boys. I was even getting into character. I would take a shot and then start playing air guitar and say "YEAAAHHHH!!" You all know who that is. Guys gotta do what a guys gotta do.

Once on the town the night life was fun. I would not place it above Papas n Beer (Rosarito) at all. Cabo Wabo is just a rock place. Not really my scene. No matter how much Ive had to drink I can never dance to AC DC "Back in Black" or "Welcome to the Jungle". Obviously a white thing. No offence white folks, just an observation.

After that there is this other place called El Squid Roe. My first night there I ended up meeting one of the girls that hands out jello shots. She was a cutie for sure. There is one thing that Mexican girls have that I have not seen in any other women. Mexican girls are really, really good at flirtation.

Mexican Girls and Flirtation:

Ok this is something I have noticed a few times but I never put it together until now. Flirtation in different cultures is always different and varies in what is acceptable and what is considered taboo. As such I must say that Mexican girls(From Mexico.... NOt American) really shine in the art of flirtation... and I should know because I am a MASTER of this art... (Jessie right now you are probably thinking of that one time when I was in the middle of the dancefloor at the club and I was dancing by myself but that night doesnt count) and (Tony you are probably thinking about the time when I got punched in my eye by the girl in T.J.) and (Carl, you are probably thinking about that time at Joses with the girl who outweighed us both). Touche. First off, Jessie even dapper young chaps like myself have off nights besides I enjoy dancing with myself immensely especially considering how hard it is to find people that can keep up. Tony... I was just too much PlAyA 4 hEr. Carl... You tried for the same girl. Unfortunately for me, my game won out that time...uggghhh.  

So back to Mexican girls and the way they flirt. For instance take this girl. Whenever she would walk past or be in my vicinity she would wink her eyes. Or give some sort of coy smile and stick her tongue out. There were also the nose wrinkling and everything like that.

At this Squid Roe I talked to the Bar girl a bit and we planned to hang with each other at the beach. And as I was leaving the bar I ran into some older woman I had hung out with the night before and we began talking and before I realized what was going on I was seduced into hanging out with her again. The girl from the bar did not like that. So we didnt end up hanging out after all.

The night before I left I went out again to some other bar... have to try them all out so I can recommend them to you guys ya know. At this bar I ran into a couple of guys from Sacramento. We were hanging out talking strategies for corraling women and everything like that. I spotted 3 cute girls sitting alone and I told one of the guys that I was going in and to back me up. I walked up the table grabbed a stool and sat down. The two clowns never followed me. But it was all good.

Me: Whats up Senor....Senoritas? Where you from? You like to pa..rty? (just joking I was not that hammered yet)

Them: Were from Texas...

Me: TEXAS!?! Dude Texas sucks.

Them: (Surprised) Have you ever been there?

Me: No. But it Sucks.

Them: Well its my friends birthday.

Me: Cool, happy birthday. How old are you?

Birthday girl: 23.

NON Birthday girl: Well arent you going to buy us a drink?

At this point I had enough talking to them. They were from Texas and they were asking for drinks. I hate buying drinks for girls especially when they expect it or ask for it. s*** Jessie only gets one drink a year from me. I actually buy drinks for plenty of my FRIENDS or girls Im really cool with. Never someone I just met unless there is genuine chemistry. Not a cheapskate just not a sucka.

Me: No. I dont want to buy you two drinks.

At this point I turned and looked at the third girl for the first time. During the conversation she was quite the whole time and had just sort of faded into the background. When I looked at her she had a big smile on her face and she seemed to be enjoying seeing her friends getting shot down.  

Me: Wow. I will buy you a drink though, you have a pretty smile.

BAM!!!! The rest of the night was set. The girls name was Sonia. From Monterrey Mexico. She was a cutie. One of the other girls was her cousin. Paul and Carl would have killed each other for this girl. She was about 100 pounds and she had the one thing that those two guys love....PAN-CAKE BUTT.  Its not really my thing but hey to each his own. There was no differentiation between booty and back. It was just all flat like an ironing board. As we began talking her cousin and B.Day girl got up and left the table...and never bought themselves a drink. They seemed pretty mad too. Made me plenty happy. The rest of the night we hung out. We didnt'talk to the cousin or friend once. We were in our own little alcohol induced world. At some point we walked over to Squid Roe. The bargirl from the earlier nights saw me with Sonia and gave me stink eye. At one point when I was walking with Sonia I guess the bar girl was staring at me and Sonia tried to call me out on it like it was my fault and this is why....

Mexican Girls are Crazy:

All females are crazy. But what makes Mexican girls crazier then most is that they are extremely jealous. I had never hung out with the bar girl at all and at one point in the night when Sonia was in the restroom she came up to me and began asking if Sonia was my girlfriend and blah blah blah. Same with Sonia. She started asking me why I was staring at the bar girl and she was doing the whole "Jiya aright" when I told her the girl was weird. 

The night was good except for when I began closing my tabs. I had dropped 130 bucks on drinks for the both of us. See Im not a cheap b****** at all.

Sonia: Lets get another drink! 

Me: Chihuahua vijia estas tomando como un Pescado!!!

The next day we were suppossed to meet on the beach. Unfortunately due to time, money and drunken directions of where to meet I never found Sonia, she wanted me to stay for another night. In all probablity I could have found her. The beach is not that big. I knew the beach she was going to be at but I had spent too much time in Cabo and too much money especially the 130 I dropped in one night at the bar...Ouch!!! If I stayed any longer I would just be setting my self up for tough times in the future.... you know calling you guys for money and favors in two weeks as oppossed to threeo. So with that,

Hasta Luego