Meeting People
I spent a mere five days in Creel, Chih. — close to the world-famous Barranca del Cobre (Copper Canyon). During that time I have met, among others, these amazing people:
A French-Canadian hospital worker (no accent, though!), travelling on a whole year of paid vacation, reading loads of books and working on his writing. Among other crazy things, he took Greyhound buses all the way from Montreal to the Mexican border.
An American marketing guy who had got fed up with his job and had just spent three months trecking Patagonia alone; before going back to work, he figured he needed another week off. He took real good care of his Lonely Planet travel guide so that he could take it back to the book store as soon as he gets back.
An old German Nazi travelling on his pension, speaking some five words of English and I guess three words of Spanish. He was more than happy to find a German-speaker he could explain to that all failings of German social security could be blamed on immigrants and that Germany did not really start the two world wars after all.
An old American hippie travelling Mexico every winter since ’88, surviving on the little he earns while working on an organic farm or in other odd jobs and wearing a feathered hat over his long hair. While he does not travel Mexico, he lives in a tipi in the mountaineous forests of Colorado (he finds the rent there is too expensive and therefore not worth it). He still knows how to use the Internet to find out about the latest conspiracy theories (humankind was created by an alien race!).
Except for maybe the old Nazi I loved them all.
