Short one today, fellas.
While organizing my computer, I found some old photos I took when I lived in Mexico City.
I thought I’d share them with ya’ll.
I’ll provide some commentary for each photo.
Now for something a bit different.
Not many people know this about me, but I used to work as a cigar salesman.
Well, I was actually more of an ‘exporter.’ It was my job to find a way to ship Cuban cigars to the United States from Canada without them getting seized by customs.
I must say, I was very good at it. One year and thousands of shipments. Nothing ever got caught.
More on that later.
Through my experience, I was able to learn a thing or two about cigars and lucky enough to try a multitude of varieties from different countries.
Here are some of my favourites.
I’d like to tell you a story.
Not a story in the Alice and Wonderland sense of the word, but rather a cautionary tale: a few words of warning for anyone wanting to travel or live in Latin America.
It’s important to listen closely, as the advice contained in this story is counterintuitive to what most people think it takes to fit in and adapt to a foreign culture.
I’m not outgoing.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy having a crew to hangout with, hit the bars with and bounce shit off of, but I am also very comfortable with being alone.
I’ve always been that way.
If I arrive to a city where I don’t know a soul, I’ll have to go out to bars and clubs solo. And after much trial and error, I think I’ve finally figured out how to do it without looking like a rapist or serial killer.
“Things are going really well for me,” he said, sipping his coffee. “I’m making around $2000 a month!”
John was from Texas. He had moved down to a small, touristy town in Central Mexico about 10 years back, and was now working as a tour organizer/driver, transporting Americans and Canadians around to various historical and cultural sites in the region. He was about 50 years old.
Wow, I thought. You could live like a king in Mexico on $2000 a month.
Through John, I was able to meet a number of foreigners living in this Mexican city.
There was George…
As those of you that read my last post will know, I’m now in Lima.
Well, I’ve been here almost two weeks now and to be honest I’m having a few doubts as to whether or not I made the right choice.
“First Impressions” isn’t quite an accurate title – this is actually my third time visiting Lima – but the other two stints I did here were short, and I was mostly focused on eating ceviche, getting smashed on pisco and trying to get pussy (noble pursuits, I know). I stuck exclusively to two neighbourhoods, Barranco and Miraflores, and didn’t even really take the time to do currency conversions to determine what anything costs. In short, I really just skimmed the surface.
But now that I’ve got a bit of a feel for the place, I’m beginning to wonder if I really want to commit to several months here. Perhaps my two previous times here on ‘vacation mode’ have given me an inflated impression of how good Lima is.
I copied the following reddit post by Noblepeasant5. Basically, it explains how the initial bliss of a move to Latin America (in this case, Central American) expat give way to a gnawing sense of paranoia and neurosis with the passage of time. Personally, I think the lad is trolling a bit — I would not be surprised if he hasn’t even been to Central America. However, he does expose one very ugly side of expats which is rarely discussed. I’ll get to that later.
Here’s the text.