Tuesday, 12 February 2013

La Paz, Mexico

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)

I had walked for hours under the blistering sun. Brown and sand colored dogs were sleeping in the dust. They looked like dead dogs.

Then it was getting dark and I walked into a loud crowd. A stranger offered me a shot of tequila. The noise made it difficult to hear. It somehow came across that I was driving.

We tried to speak for a while. I told him about our boat and said that it was maybe a month sailing to Marquesas. I could tell that he had no idea what I was talking about. I wanted to know everything about the crowd and the tall pointed hats, but didn't want to be perceived as too much of a tourist. 

Now that I've cut down on my drinking I've come to appreciate the alienated inebriation of ignorance. 

Henrik Nor-Hansen (photo)