My happy buttocks
Wednesday, December 28th, 2005Monday I left Guatemala and went across the border into Mexico, stopped in San Cristobal once again for a couple nights before making the long trek over to Guadalajara. After two bus trips, conversations with a Zapatista rebel sat next to me on the bus and around 24 hours of travel I finally made it to Guadalajara.
Fountain in the centre of Guadalajara
Xmas was a blur of drinking, sightseeing, markets, bars, British comedy shows and bowling (!) with my old friend Gwyn.
Kingpin Gwyn
Sarita had returned to LA for a few days so it was very much a boys xmas, though we had to behave on xmas eve as we’d been invited to one of Gwyn’s friends Jose’s family house for dinner. Xmas eve is a much more family orientated affair here in Mexico, with hardly any bars open, quite a change to England.
A pair of happy buttocks!
Sarita returned on my birthday so we hit the town. One bar served cocktails called ‘happy buttocks’ of which Gwyn and myself drank quite a few. Gwyn remembers us entering the bar quietly talking politics and culture, then exiting the bar shouting about female ejaculation – happy buttocks indeed! The night ended with a traditional act of smashing a pinata, for which I adopted the persona of a crazed madman, much to the disturbance of Gwyn (and myself in the morning when he played back the video!)
The Tweetie Pie Massacre, disturbing!
Tuesday morning and it's back to school for me, but not much changes. I'm still the poor student who can't manage to get to class on time, do my homework properly or dedicate myself to my studies. ... 
Ed