Well. It was difficult being stuck on the Quintana Roo coast waiting for a ride. I had hoped to get lucky and catch a boat within two weeks, but those two weeks have come and gone, and I'm faced with having to let go of my dream for now. I'm a bit sad about it, but assume there's a reason for everything.
It has been more than simple to make new friends here. I've been hanging out with a few dutch folks and a very nice woman from Norway- everything I could need is at my disposal, socially and materially; but its exactly that convenience that has been grating at me. Now that most of my buddies have moved on, I am finding myself retreating into semi-solitude again - a symptom of getting ready to leave. This morning I decided to take a plane to Mexico City and explore the state of Veracruz. If I don't succeed in getting a flight right away I will have to submit to another night in Cancun, but I have been referred to a guy whom I might be able to stay with by my friend Georgina, so I hope that will improve the experience significantly. I realized that I was craving the culture and vivacity of urban life, and while there is always Guatemala City, Antigua and many other options in Guatemala, I have heard so many good things about Xalapa and the city of Veracruz that I decided to do one more week in Mexico before changing countries. I look forward to staying with a few local people again - my buddies in D.F. and a new aquaintance in Veracruz so far, with someone in Xalapa to appear shortly I expect.
It is one of the true luxuries about being a solo traveller to be able to wait somewhere endlessly and then change plams on the drop of a dime when you've had enough. I'm sure I would have driven any co-traveller up the wall by now with my constant re-evaluation and ho-humming.
Tonight I will spend one last evening at Stu's beach bar and go dancing to bad music at La Peña, the local haunt. I've been out dancing here twice (Rebecca, you wish you had been here!)
Speaking of going out - I've gotten more male attention here than I ever have at home, which comes as no surprise. I'm noticing though that there is a marked difference in the type of male energy that I attract in comparison to my femmier straight friends. They are having quite a different experience; much more groping and persistence - For me it's been quite chummy and entertaining so far - knock on wood. I've spent my dancing nights gayly spinning around, led by short and cheery Mexican men and chuckling to myself.
I wish there was more to tell, but island life has been very uneventful. All I can boast is an even tan, improved beach volleyball skillls and a large crew of equally unmotivated beachbum friends. Hopefully that will change with my next entry.