Theses are the words from my journal... I may change the way it is written on paper slightly, but I can assure you that the stories are exactly as they happened.
I learned at a young age to keep a journal when traveling, and this one is all about my very first backpacking adventure, on my own without adult supervision!
Unfortunately, there are almost no photos from this trip.. but hey we'll get creative, use midjourney and read it like a book!
I've wanted to tell my story forever, and the time has finally come to transfer these experiences onto the internet. And who knows, maybe you'll let me know whether these stories are worth making a book one day too.
I couldn't tell you what it's like today for 20 somethings to travel the way I did, if it's safer or more dangerous, but I can tell you that it shaped the rest of my life and traveling the world became a winter ritual for me and eventually for my family too!
These are the stories of my youth, stories I never want to forget. I hope you enjoy them, but most of all, I hope they inspire you.
Alright, last night we found a great bar/restaurant (apparently where Zapatistas chill too). It just seems like a good place for them. It's where the young locals hang out. We had some pasta with a few beers. I wanted to stay and watch the band play, but it was really getting late and we needed to get enough sleep for our day on a horse!
Overnight I had all sorts of fucked up dreams... The first one was located in someone's house, in the basement which had been turned into an underground club for Zapatistas and friends. Some of the same faces from the bar were there and new ones. I can't remember if Vero and Sandrine were there, but anyways a bunch of skinheads barged in through the back door. I got scared, everyone started running out of the house and so did I, and that was when I woke up.
The second dream was a continuation (or prequel) of the first. I was back in that same basement, with the same people and word had gotten out that some skinheads were coming our way. So my friend Pierro (le fou) who suddenly appeared in my dream, grabbed me by the arm and brought me outside, along with 6 other guys. A pickup truck pulled up to the house, 3 skinheads jumped out of the back and we attacked them.
Everyone got a little messed up, especially the skinheads tho, who ended up being picked up by the police. The dream continued with me walking back to where I lived (or slept in that dream). I was running 'cause I thought those 3 skins would come out of the police station right around the same time as I would pass it!
Soon enough I did see those 3 guys driving around, so I ran faster, not knowing if they had seen me. My shoes had been lost in all this at the same time. I got to where I slept which was a tent. It had been robbed, the tent was still there, but all my shit had been looked through, and anything of value had been stolen. My brother's cat was still there tied to a leash inside the tent. It felt like I had been gone for a few days and didn't feed her, so I felt just horrible and sad, very very sad... then I woke up.
The third dream, I was in my friend Cort's father's house. Jesse, Cort and his step mom were there, his Da was there too, but very briefly. Cort's step mom was a dentist or knew some dentist or something... Jesse kept on telling me that I should get my teeth fixed, which had gotten fucked up in the fight from the previous dreams. Both my front teeth could wiggle side to die and down a little. So, I went to show her my problem and I pulled all four of my front teeth out of my mouth like dentures.
I ran to the bathroom to spit out the blood and stuff. The first time, I spit out a mouthful of blood that went right down the drain, but the second time woke me up and I spit on myself and god dam it my t-shirt had a big drool spot on it!
The rest of the night was rather calm and I woke up at around 7:30 in the morning. By 8 o'clock we were already out and looking for breakfast before getting on those horses.
But that is a story for the next episode!
My First Backpacking Trip:
Chapter 01: NYC to Mexico - Y2K
Chapter 02: NYC to Mexico - Cajun Wedding
Chapter 03: Everything is Lost
Chapter 04: Mexico City Finally!
Chapter 05: Robbery at Gun Point
Chapter 06: Sick but Safe in Veracruz
Chapter 07: Tlacotalpan and the Eyipantla Falls
Chapter 08: In the Land of Zapatistas
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