A Mexican lady showing me her jewellery in Mazunte.

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 21^st 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.

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