My Odysseun saga has taken me all round the Yucatan peninsula and further, on various road trips. In these times of adversity I think I can safely quote Sinatra and say ‘I did it my way’
BROKEN OLD BIRD STILL STRANDED IN MEXICO. A RETROSPECT.
OR, HOW I STILL HAVEN’T GOT BACK TO THE UK. FROM THE JOURNAL. This retrospect is another example of how I was faring. How I was too mentally unstable to ever have had to be […]
DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE. PART TWO.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR GETTING HOME AND READJUSTING TO LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE. (CONTINUED FROM ‘DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE’) Crazy though it may seem, readjusting was tougher […]
DAY SIX. MONDAY.
So a lovely medic called Camillo just had a long chat and was completely in agreement with me. I care not if people are spies now you have to branch out and speak to the one person who isn’t Indian security. He bad mouthed the whole system too so if you grass me up Camillo my darling I shall return the favour. You see how nasty and suspicious this whole global hoax has made people? This splitting of a society with lies and fear propaganda has nearly done it’s job. I say nearly, as more of the sleepers are finally awakening. The ones deeply entrenched with this evil plan are usually the ones gaping at TV and reading bullshit mass media. The softly endearing term ‘auntie’ for the BBC hides a highly organised criminal cabal in its lace petticoats.
STILL IN MEXICO.
I’ll add more later but I want to get out while I still can and the dark thoughts enter my head again. Love you all.
LIVING HELL. TRYING TO LEAVE MEXICO FOR EUROPE. THE VIDEOS OF MY SLOW MENTAL BREAKDOWN.
Solo travel in times of flu or the plague.Depending which century you come from
Itzamná. A MAJOR DEITY AND OTHERS.
OR, ANOTHER MAGNIFICENT GOD OF MANY ATTRIBUTES.
Alert: I’m having trouble in finding images so some will be of other gods just to enjoy the art! This will be corrected when I get back to the UK. I think that’s why others aren’t mentioned because they are so difficult to identify!
OR, LORD OF HEAVENS NIGHT AND DAY, OR GOD D.
Before deciphering the codices the gods were all given just a letter to name them. Now however we have their glorious and exotic definitions but they usually are referred to by their letters too hence God D (Mayan: “Iguana House”)
LAGOONS AND PRETTY FISH.
What they don’t tell you is that it’s miles from the highway. So daring Dan here negotiated for a ride there after buying an ice cold bottle of water and got myself a motorbike ride.
A FISHERMANS TALE.
There’s no doubt I am a beach bum and a slob. I neglect my normal toilet regime, smoke and drink like an old lush journalist and let the dog lick my face after eating.
EK BALAM. PYRAMID OF ANGELS.
OR, FLYING FREE AGAIN JUST FOR THE DAY. MAKING DECISIONS AWAY FROM TULUM.
Been very unsure what to do next. Return to UK where my new house is finally ready, or go to Oaxaca or Veracruz. Both are far and really need to been part flight from either Merida or Chetumal. So I went for the second time yesterday to the french patisserie to work. It was a stroke of luck. Not only is Giles, who works there a like minded (we had a long political chat), but he came up with a site for me to visit that I’d never heard of, Ek Balam. The site of the pyramid of the angels. Thank god, a decent bit of nearby archaeology.