"It almost seems that nobody can hate..."

 i went down to sandiegoville and spent a couple of days there visiting old sandiego and then flew to san antonio and took the bus to eagle pass texas and crossed there and rode a bus to saltio... i did not know it is not really friendly to gringo strangers...i was to catch the train there for mexico city...i walked around saltio and it seemed extremely dead to me...then i sat on a bench near the train depot...a little old lady who was a nun came and sat by me...i was later told it was to keep the gun slingers from gunning me to death...who knew! then the train came and i snoozed...not at all...the rough looking woman in the seat ahead of me turned around and held out a bag of peanuts and asked me if i wanted some...i took a few to be polite...i would not do it today...we passed men driving oxen pulling carts... the entire socio-economic spectrum is represented here... we pull into mexico city into what i think is known as the "north bus station"...there is another one just as big called the "south bus station"... i needed to get a room so i went outside to catch a cab...the cab took me to the "Texas Hotel" where there were a lot of tourist/agent/cop/criminal looking people...i looked for a while and said in a rather loud voice "I'm not staying here!" a female with dreads looked at me and said "now they know who you are"...well who gives a fat rats ass i thought...then the taxi brought me to a low rent place and it didn't look any too safe but it was late and i was tired so i settled into my room...after a while someone began scratching on my door...i knew what that meant...a clue from a long time ago...i couldn't figure out why that person would be here...but years later i put 8 and 8 together and remembered that he said "i shook his hand", that is the hand of the zoo boss...as it turns out that the zoo boss used to be a "crop duster" in central america, then he was made "special assistant" to the director of the national zoo, then he was the director of a major american zoo, (a rather remarkable career trajectory)  and according to many one of the best zoos in the country...and he was adored by most of the keepers i talked to...but my experiences in the zoo where i walked in circles in front of a camel were not very positive...i came to realize that the tentacles of  influence were extensive...when I awoke i went back to the bus station and bought a ticket to the coast of the baja gulf...i was sold a ticket on a bus that had already left and began to yell...of course this being the bus station in mexico city a man quickly came up and told the clerk to give me a valid ticket...he spoke perfect english and i assume he was one more agent on the job...sometimes that extensive influence is a good thing...the same song by REM kept playing on the sound system...something about loosing my religion...i got on the bus and we drove toward the coast...the bus was crowded and the scenery was interesting and new to me...old and dusty and dangerous was the impression i had...when we arrived on the coast i rented a room and went to the small open air eatery across the street...i sat down at a table and the waiter seemed alarmed...a man and his family was eating at a nearby table and he seemed to think i was showing some disrespect by eating too near this family...too bad i had to eat...then i went up to my room and noticed my belongings had been moved...pretty standard fare for this part of the world...then i went to the boat company and bought a ticket on the ferry and got a berth for about 28 bucks as i did not want to sleep on the deck on the 24 hour crossing...i settled in and there was an enormously fat fellow who stayed near my door the whole trip...when we arrived on the baja peninsula i took the bus to cabo san ludecrus and much to my surprise there was a camping park on the edge of town...i set up my camp and walked towards the beach and took a swim, but there was a storm coming in from the south and the ocean was not safe...i went back to the camp site and snoozed until morning when i began talking to another camper ...he said he was headed towards san diego by crisscrossing the peninsula and if i would split the gas we could ride together...and so we did...he knew the peninsula from previous trips there...some of the small coastal villages were very picturesque and i always thought it might be nice to spend a length of time there...but i never did...when night came we were near todo santos  and there was an abandoned building that used to be part of a  wealthy estate...there was a ladder up to a loft in a brick barn looking 

ruin so we decided to spread our sleeping bags there for the night...now i have had vivid dreams before...the aboriginals call them "big dreams'...and sometime during the night i dreamed that there was a rather old crone woman dressed in black floating above me looking down and who was saying that i must leave and was not welcomed...then suddenly there was what felt like a ball of sand that dropped onto my face...my eye actually...i sat straight up wide awake and there was a bat flying around and i shook my companion and told him we needed to leave...NOW!...we grabbed our gear and climbed down the ladder and threw our stuff into the trunk and headed towards the town... todos santos is a lovely town but probably not populated with all saints...or all devils either...we met a woman from somewhere in uppercrust california who had a boutique of some sort and who complained about the locals bad habit of taking siestas every day...which is part of the charm of mexico and all of latin america and very practical and besides many of the businesses stay open till 9 at night to make up for the lost business hours...then we drove to someplace in the moutains which i have little memory of except that it was high enough in elevation that it was much cooler...eventually we made our way to the US border and i thanked the driver for the ride north and i crossed the border on foot with my visa...i  got a visa before i entered the country even though it is not required for such a short stay...then a couple of days in sandiegoville then the amtrack north a couple of days in san fransisco to check out the hostels there...of which there were quite a few...then north to seattleville...

you may  have read this exact blog already since apparently the highly talented criminals who inhabit the pirate enclave where i rented a trailer is able to hack into my computer while i am writing... this is stressful to me to be subjected to this sort of criminality...and now that i have financial obligations which i must consider i need to be compensated for "INVASION OF PRIVACY"...pirates is not very smart...like most of the current crop of crooks they do not adhere to the motto "WE DON'T WANT NO TROUBLE!..."It almost seems that nobody can hate America as much as native Americans. America needs new immigrants to love and cherish it." Eric Hoffer....eric hoffer wrote several books of philosophy...which is unusual for a person who was a longshoreman on the west coast of the USA...