When I left...

   When we woke up it was time to leave we had a bus and it was leaving soon. We stopped by the pawn shop in downtown Tijuana to buy a camera where we got ripped off. Anyway, we boarded our bus at a terminal, where we started to meet the people that were going to be riding the same bus with us. we thought we would arrive at out new destination within a day or so, turned out our bus ride was a 3 day ride. Many different stops all along one stretch of road going from Tijuana straight down to Oaxaca. Different landscapes and sceneries that filled me with inspiration to keep searching for happiness. On the third night of our trip, we arrived in the city of Oaxaca at 9pm. We soon took a mini bus that added an additional three hours to our trip to a lone city where we heard that many people who travel head to. The minibus went up winding roads and it felt like we went up the mountain until we hit the clouds, mostly because upon arrival, we were surrounded by darkness and fog. So there we are two guys in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, with no actual place to go. Liberating, I tell you. The scene was straight out of the a horror film, dark, foggy, one road with a side road heading further up the mountain and with one street light for the center of this town. Out of the darkness of the night from the one street that headed up the mountain came two girls with large backpacks. We asked them for help finding a hostel or cabins and they pointed us in the right direction. What these girls were doing at midnight walking down to this ghost town was beyond my comprehension but it turned out this girls were from Sweden, they were super nice. Heading up in with the directions we were given, we came to a split in the road one curved to the right and the other headed straight up, and looked like an alley. Not wanting to die the first day, my brother and I chose the obvious one, where we came across a lone African man walking aimlessly down the street. We asked him where we could find the hostel we were recommended. He answered " I am staying there but am lost as well" with a thick Nigerian accent. So after some minutes of recalculating his steps we found it, we stepped in the door and a wave of thick smoke bombarded our bodies. Welcomed by the hostel "receptionist" we settled down and smoked a joint with our new friends. We were told there was no room available, so we slept in our tent outside underneath the very bright stars.