12.05.2012 - 12.05.2012
I am a little surprised by Leon. I think I expected from the descriptions for it to seem more like Oaxaca or San Cristobal de Las Casas, but it has a much more lived-in look. That is to say it's dirtier and messier but also seems more real--whereas parts of San Cristobal, for instance, looked purely (albeit pleasantly) constructed for tourists. The gringos here tend to blend in more. Some look like they've been here for a while. And we--we don't blend in at all, for everywhere we go a steady chant of "chinos chinos chinos" (or sometimes an affectionate "chinitos") follows us. Chris doesn't hear it. When I tell him, he muses, "Oh! That's us!"
Another border crossing today. Strained, as usual. We continue to make mistakes. The heat, the discomfort of riding with our heavy bags on our laps, our mundane and messy meals of avocados all contribute to silence us. The best we can hope for is a bit of sleep on the journey so that we can forget how sweaty we are. The heat here is strange. Being so dry we hardly feel it, and yet we are constantly perspiring--my face is just as wet before I wash it as after. But all in all, I'm pleased: our clothes can finally dry.