Mexican Adventure Part 4


I’m in tulum right now. I’ve seen the ruins, which looked over a good looking girl nuding it in the blue sea. The water was amazingly blue. Nice place. Tomorrow I get to go scuba diving in some caves, so that should be a good time.

Last time I left you, I was in campeche, i believe. From there I went to mérida, passing by uxmal. I’m told it’s an amazing place, but I was tired, and i’ve seen about a gagillion ruins. Spent the night in progreso, where there where about no places to stay do to the junior olimpics being held there. I ended up staying in a guy’s house for 10 bucks. He talked to me for over 20 minutes about how amazing uxmal was. I went to eat.

Next day,I went to merida, bought a gigantic hammock for 25 bucks. This is a HUGE hammock. I was laying in it perpendicular, and I could still fold it over me like a blanket. I.E. it’s over 12 feet wide. It can supposedly hold up to 800 kg, or as the salesman put it, “a fat one, a thin one, yourself, and a whole lot a fun”

Then I went to valladolid, where I launched myself off of a 26m (85ft) cliff into some water. it hurt. BUT… i got the picture. And then, a family asked me to do it again because they didn’t catch the first one. I made them count how long I fell and how long I was underwater. they said 6 seconds falling and 14 seconds underwater. I’m a bit doubtful of their counting ability, but hey, why not?

Turns out I ripped my athlectic shorts in the fall. So, i take my handy hack repair kit, lent from leigh, get some thread from a nice little girl, and board a bus. Well, let me tell you, a bus is no place to sew. I think I spent a half hour threading the needle. But i got it. Started to sew, best of my ability without killing myself on a fricking needle. Then, we started to drive through a rain storm. Normally, you think, hey, bus, dry, right? nope. This bus had some leaks in it. It was steadly raining in the bus. I’m sewing, the men around me are looking at me, “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you know we have women for that?” the women are looking at me, “What are you doing, trying to steal our job from us?”

So then, they let me out, as I had to make a bus change. Unfortunately, I wasn’t finished sewing. Neither was the rain. So, Todd sits down on the side of the street in the middle of the downpour with his needle and thread to sew and wait for the bus to pass. I received even worse looks then.

Finally, I reach the island holbox. It’s a nice place. I didn’t do anything. I take that back, the first day I bought food, a four liter jug of Orange Juice and layed in my hammock all day. I also spent two hours trying to weave a mat to sit on out of some rope, as I didn’t have one. Let me tell you, that’s tough. I finally got something out that looks kinda like a mat a grog the barbarian wouldn’t use. But it worked. I finished, tested it out for a couple of seconds, then returned to the hammock. the second day, the hammock. I got sick from drinking so much OJ. But hey, that’s ok, right? Vale la pena. (it’s worth it)

I’ll let y’all go now,



Mexican Adventure Part 3

Alright, I know this comes right after #2, but I’ve got time and a story. I’ll keep it short.

Last night I was in Villahermosa, as my bus from tuxlta got delayed until 12:30 and didn’t get in until 7, I decided to spend the day cruising the Villa. Neat city. But I was drinking a coffee in a streetside cafe listening to an awesome marimba player rip it up, when somebody sat down at my table, and then some buddies sat down, started talking to me. One was a guy who said he went blind drinking. He really was blind. We talked for a couple of hours, then they said they had to go to a party for former alcoholics and invited me along. I’m thinking “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

About half way through the conversation, one of the guys daughters comes up and sits down. She turned out to be a 20 year old high schooler who dropped out then restarted. Her dream was to be an airline stewardess, but she didn’t meet the height requirement. The father asked me if I wanted to take her on my trip through the Yucatan. I’m still not sure if he was joking or not. I don’t think he was. But he did say that I would have to bring her back, which isn’t a good indication, I guess. Plus, it’d just be too expensive carrying around another person. So I said no.

I hopped in the car, a decked out lexus, which is unheard of here, and we go to, you guessed it, an AA meeting. I got to sit through an hour and a half of former alcoholics talk about the power of the group and the unity. I met a guy with cross eyes, from drinking, and a guy who “lost a finger drinking.” He didn’t have a pinky. After that, we step outside, they’ve got a personal tacos al pastor grill going, mariachis start right up as we step out, I munch, I laugh, I had a great time. They drove me to the bus station later. The music they decided to turn on was…none other than Cristina Aguilera, and guess what, they knew all the words and had no problem being 50 year old men singing crisina Aguilera at full volume.

It was a fun night.

See y’all, todd


Mexican Adventure Part 2

Well, this is the second email.

However, I have a little personal announcement. The web page I have been working on since february has finally gone up. The address is On that you will find a link to my page, So… check it out if you care to. And would any mosier/hoag that gets this pass it on to others of the fam.

About the trip. Well, last time I wrote, I was in Catemaco, waiting to leave for somewhere else. Well, I got into villahermosa at about 1 in the morning, missing the bus to tuxla guiterrez, chiapas (where I am now) So I hang around the bus station until 3:30am, when a bus for palenque, chiapas leaves. So I take that, get in around 5, 5:30. What a nice hour to arrive. No sun, no people, no food, maybe not so nice.

Anyway, I walk around until about 7, when I ask a VW microbus driver how I can get to bonampak and Yaxchilan. He says I have to take a tour, which would be around the corner. I’m walking away, then he calls out, “Hey, gringo, guero” which basically means, “hey stupid white american.” I hope on a bus which happens to be going there. ONly problem is… it’s german day. I spent 12 hours, from 7 to 7 at night, with people who only spoke german and a tiny bit of english, and even less spanish, with the execption of two guys. So, I had enough german for a day.

But the places were absolutely incredible. Bonampak had over 1,200 sq ft of painting that was super conserved, and yaxchilan was this huge city that had hardly been excavated. To get there, We had to take a boat on the mex/guatemala border for about an hour. Then, we’re greeted by spider monkeys hanging from trees, right smack above a temple on the riverbank. There was one temple with a basement laberinth without any light. I got lost, basically, then paniced and ran around, hitting walls and not seeing a thing, as some bats screamed at me. I finally got out.

Next day, I went to Palenque, which cannot be described. Basically the Versailles of the Maya culture, around 700 a.d. Incredible. Then, off to agua azul (blue water), a series of 500 separate waterfalls that formed sky blue pools. I went swimming. I had fun. Then, it started raining. In case I wasn’t clear, all of chiapas is basically a rainforest. that means rain. and heavy rain. so… i got to ride back to a crossing to wait for my bus, in the back of another pirate (those jungle gyms on wheels) and I got, yeah, let’s see, pretty wet.

I went to San Cristobal de las Casas, kinda a mecca for an international crew. I get to a hostel, they’ve got no rooms, but hey, they got a hammock. They never told me the hammock was in the middle of a meeting area. So, I start chatting with a guy from israel, then with a swiss, then along come a couple of norweigans, then a couple of danes, and to top it off, an english type and another israeli. They decided to play a little language game. They played telephone that went from the english guy through these languages. English to norweigen to dutch to german to italian to hebrew to english. It was pretty fun. I was pretty tired. But, they decided that they wanted to party, so they brought out their friends jimador (a high class relative of jose cuervo) and mr. schmirnoff. Albeit a fun night, I was very tired. Oh, and i learned a bit of german, “biter, biter, biter” which means, “go,go,go”, i think.

Next day, I check out san cristobal, which has the best donuts and bread you’ve ever tasted. Then I went to semejoval, the amber capital of mexico. On the bus ride up, a guy started selling me his amber. Well, turns out he wanted to give me a private showing of his stuff. I said ok, why not, not thinking it would be in my hotel room. But yep, he just followed me right up, laid his stuff on the bed, began to pull all the stuff out. I was about two inches from the door, thinking he was going to pull out a gun or something, but no, he was super nice and I bought a couple things from him. I was pretty scared.

Which brings me to today. I left semejoval and went to Chiapa de corza, where there was a gigantic (ginormous) canyon. The tallest part was about 1000 meters, which is about .6 miles for the metrically challenged or about 1 km for the mathmatically challenged. And it was straight up. I mean straight up. You could throw a rock off the top and it would land in the water. Or you could throw yourself off the top and would land within thirty or forty feet of it. Quite amazing.

Now, well, i’m waiting. It’s 6 o’clock, and my bus leaves at 11. a few hours, nothing more. from here I go to campeche and the yucatan to sun myself. Enough of the jungle and mountains. I’m heading for the beach. Sandal tan’s coming along, but not good enough yet.

Two weeks till the end of the trip. It’ll be crazy being in the us again.



Mexican Adventure Part 1

Hi, i’ve got to number these because I think that this will be a series.

Anyway, I’ve just taken off on my journey, about three days ago (Friday). I’ve already got enough for an email. So I went to catemaco on an 8 hour overnighter. I took a little boat trip out to this island where they brought monkeys over from africa to see if they could adapt to the “new enviornment” Well, they adapted to tourism quite well, and are now grossly overweight. Then, I went to a bioreserve where they filmed medicine man (so now you got an idea of where i was) and just about got a black magic spiritual cleansing, but decided when the “witch doctor” came out with a super nice, shiny watch and really nice shoes, that maybe it wasn’t all that.

From there I went to Playa escondida, hidden beach for those non spanish speakers, but to get there I had to take what they call a “Pirate.” I’d have to say it’s more of a covered wagon on the back of a truck, or maybe better yet a jungle-gym on wheels, or best a death trap. Anyway, I climb into this thing, standing on the bumper and hanging onto the metal frame, flying down the road at about 60mph. So then some people get off, and I get to move up to stand on the bench, right behind the cab, supposedly the best seat in the house/gym. I’m standing there eating bugs, dodging low branches, clothes lines, and the occasional powerline. Not to brag, but I do have to say that not one hit me.

Anyway, I get to the beach, after about and hour’s walk from where the death trap let me off. I get there, for 10 bucks I get my own private beach, in essense, since nobody else was there. It was quite the neat place, just a beach about 150 yards long, huge bluffs on each side, NOBODY there. Jungle threatening to come and beat the living daytlights out of you if you dare venture into the trees (not a good idea)

Today I went to montepio and rode a horse barefoot (as the stirrup wouldn’t fit my sandal. oh yeah, i’m working hard on my sandal tan) for about an hour, to a waterfall in the mountains, went swimming, had fun, came back, had a girl offer me to stay in her house, then elevate the offer to a demand, at which point I bolted from there. 2 hour, 30 mile pirate back to where I was, over dirt roads, I did get nicked by one low-lying branch, but that was only because I was checking out the cows that had impeded our journey by not listening to the horn and standing in the middle of the dirt.

That’s about all for right now, I’ll write again, don’t you worry.