Whilst perching uncomfortably at a bar in Mazunte, awaiting for the band to start, and resting uncomfortable in the fact that I knew nobody, I decided to jot down some ideas for possible things I could write about. In the back of my little black leather notebook is written the following, as an adage to my first far more metaphysical and rather intellectually taxing list:
- Guilt, and the futility of – Mexican maids, street kids, beach vendors, etc.
- The ubiquity of Hip-Hop.
- Conundrums of travelling alone – burnt back, hanging out in bars such as this one.
- Hypocrisy in the 21st century hippie culture – dreadlocked man and our chat post his slow, inarticulate description of water massage therapy.
- Mexican heavy petting – the sexualised nature of different cultures.