On the road again, at the mercy of Lady Luck who has ridden faithfully in our journey’s side car. I try to doze with excitable Mexican radio in my ear and my drying hair tickling my face like a family of baby spiders.
Dark and bright Mexico, with it’s sad dogs, and jewel like stitching, the smells of sewers drowned by the sites of ancient spirit and sweet eyed children.
Stranger in a strange land, disconnected and seeking reflection I cast around bitterly for recognition. Slowly I understand I have become estranged from myself, it is in here I need to feel noticed, loved and included, if I can do that ‘out there’ will take care of itself.