Numbers, letters, weird people.
Mexico in Numbers
Time spent here so Far: 4 months and counting
Time remaining: 1 month and rapidly decreasing
Mexican Brothers: 2
Girls i live with: 2
Nationalities I've met: 12 (Mexican, British, American, Australian, German, French, Dutch, Scottish, Argentinian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese)
Days i work in a week: 5
Classes i teach: 2
Kids per class: 12
Ages of my students: 12-16
Ages of the kids at the Orphanage: 3 months - 3 years
Times I've very nearly become roadkill: 4
Times I've been hit on by sleazy Mexicans: Lost count
Hangovers: 3
Aw mexico.... Another day, another adventure for my stomach when Carlos made me breakfast the other morning.
Or at least thats what he called it,
some weird blend of scrambled eggs and...
Me: “What.....is that!?”
Carlos: “It's meat!”
Me: “Carlos.... thats a bag of hair”
Carlos: “No its shredded meat!”
Me: “Of what? Cat?!”
In the end he convinced me to eat it.
It tasted like hairy meat.
Oh. Got hit by a car yesterday.
Not hard enough to damage of any sort, but that doesn't make the twat less of an idiot for doing it.
It's stupidly hot, but I'm never wearing shorts in this city again.
I cant even count how many men i had to tell to go $%#@ themselves today.
When i got to my classes it was just as bad. Every time i got up to write on the chalkboard there was a chorus of whistles.
As you might imagine, this sort of thing is not exactly an uncommon occurance in Mexico, but worse today than most others.
A week or so ago, i was whistled at by a truckload of men.
Men with big guns.
(Men like this are also not uncommon in the big city. Hanging about the streets or in front of banks with bullet proof vests and ugly looking artillery. Most of the time they carry semi-automatics but assault rifles and AK-47s are not a complete unusual either.)
It was a bit scary. I resisted my normal urge to give them the bird, in light of the fact that every one of them was heavily armed.
I feel as though lack of photos makes these postings far less entertaining.
After all, who wants to read all those words if theres no PICTURES to go along.
Sorry kiddies.
Hope you'll love me anyway.
Time spent here so Far: 4 months and counting
Time remaining: 1 month and rapidly decreasing
Mexican Brothers: 2
Girls i live with: 2
Nationalities I've met: 12 (Mexican, British, American, Australian, German, French, Dutch, Scottish, Argentinian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese)
Days i work in a week: 5
Classes i teach: 2
Kids per class: 12
Ages of my students: 12-16
Ages of the kids at the Orphanage: 3 months - 3 years
Times I've very nearly become roadkill: 4
Times I've been hit on by sleazy Mexicans: Lost count
Hangovers: 3
Aw mexico.... Another day, another adventure for my stomach when Carlos made me breakfast the other morning.
Or at least thats what he called it,
some weird blend of scrambled eggs and...
Me: “What.....is that!?”
Carlos: “It's meat!”
Me: “Carlos.... thats a bag of hair”
Carlos: “No its shredded meat!”
Me: “Of what? Cat?!”
In the end he convinced me to eat it.
It tasted like hairy meat.
Oh. Got hit by a car yesterday.
Not hard enough to damage of any sort, but that doesn't make the twat less of an idiot for doing it.
It's stupidly hot, but I'm never wearing shorts in this city again.
I cant even count how many men i had to tell to go $%#@ themselves today.
When i got to my classes it was just as bad. Every time i got up to write on the chalkboard there was a chorus of whistles.
As you might imagine, this sort of thing is not exactly an uncommon occurance in Mexico, but worse today than most others.
A week or so ago, i was whistled at by a truckload of men.
Men with big guns.
(Men like this are also not uncommon in the big city. Hanging about the streets or in front of banks with bullet proof vests and ugly looking artillery. Most of the time they carry semi-automatics but assault rifles and AK-47s are not a complete unusual either.)
It was a bit scary. I resisted my normal urge to give them the bird, in light of the fact that every one of them was heavily armed.
I feel as though lack of photos makes these postings far less entertaining.
After all, who wants to read all those words if theres no PICTURES to go along.
Sorry kiddies.
Hope you'll love me anyway.