La Pas has been our second stop in Mexico. Its a 20 hour bus ride from Ensenada and marginally bigger.

Last night I stepped over the line from “drunk” to “out of control”. Brooke, Aaron and I found ourselves crashing a few restaurants and a club here, talking much shit to many locals after drowning in far too many tequilas and the local beers (which is more than just Corona).

The best thing so far about Mexico has been lack of contact with fellow backpackers and instead friendly although at times frustrating (language barrier) friendships with the locals. In both here and Ensenada we have not been traveling the smooth, paved road provided for foreigners while the real country surrounds but remains alien to you, the experience I basically had in Thailand.

We have been traveling on the buses used by locals. We have been staying in hotels used by locals. We have been eating and drinking where the locals do and with the locals. Part of me feels like I don’t deserve whatever kind friendship we’ve received. The other part of me throws that out the window and laps it up for all its worth.