May 5th 2009

My day
5 hours. 142 km. 1 boat. 1 pony-cart. 2 van rides. 2 rides in the back of pickup trucks. 1 van had 810,794 km on the odometer, and from the looks of it, the odometer stopped running somewhere around 1986. 1 van, which I would have said had 10 seats, at one point had 24 people in it. For a while it was so full that we couldn't close the door. During that ride I was being interviewed by all the passengers through the one woman on board who spoke English. Her English wasn't very good. On one of the pickup trucks, the driver stopped, reached under the dashboard, twisted some wires together and music came on. From an mp3 player. The other pickup truck's engine died 4 times, and took 20-30 seconds to start each time. This all cost
me about 6 dollars.
The place I'm staying has Internet, which it gets by plugging a cell phone into the computer. Tethering, I suppose is the term.
At dinner at a restaurant they played a dire straits album.
Oh, and the sand on the beach here is about the consistency of dippin' dots. You sink down to the ankle every step, it's like walking through knee-high snow.
I think susan Sarandon said it best -- physical exhaustion can be spiritually exhilarating.