paulfraser (paulfraser) wrote,

I can’t shake it

There has been little to report for the last week because I have been bed-ridden with the influenza. Not even the exciting one, just the one that makes me cough up and snort out all manner of unspeakables. It’s still not quite gone either. The people here are fabulous, but the microbes are sods.

It is still my belief that in this city you can find anything, it just requires some serious effort. Hence, as soon as I was mobile, I rode the Metro to the end, walked uphill along the side of a freeway for half an hour, through slums (with often not one but two satellite dishes and some nice surrounding infrastructure; much nicer slums than South Africa or Russia), piles of garbage that one can’t help but think bodies could be amidst, past the mid-city forest, and to my destination. It turns out an Australian passport can get you anywhere, even into a Mexican military base. Once therein, I bought modelling supplies. My Spanish comprehension is somewhat skewed; I can’t explain I want the mail, but I can ask for sheets of high-impact styrene. Not a single photo of this adventurito, given my erroneous belief I couldn’t take a camera into a military base.

Unrelated to the purpose of this journal, but still interesting, I direct you all to our nation’s finest political party. A fairly solid platform, though my support was met by my lovely lady-friend’s “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”.

Finally, farewell to Leigh Swancott, now likely trying to overthrow the oppressive political system of the hereafter, or, at the least, discussing it seriously in some divine dive.
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