Mexican Standoff

I’ve been stuck in Mexico for so long that I might just give up and live here. It’s not the heat, or the constantly getting robbed by the police, or even the crater size potholes that you wreck your bike in, it’s the lack of friendliness. In America it’s fake and only lasts as long as your transaction, but at least it’s a human connection. When you get far enough into Mexico nobody speaks English and nobody wants to help you, even if you’re standing on the side of the road with a broken down motorcycle. I’m told, ‘Help, my motorcycle has broken down at night’ is a common ploy of the banditry but when a hundred trucks drive past you it just starts to feel personal. Or maybe it’s just missing Ireland, where there is a common unspoken understanding that we’re all fucked, but we’re all in this together.


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