So you see, the problem is pretty much psychological. It is not that I do not like it, it is rather a problem because I am always imagining what I am eating. I always try to think about the animal alive.
I even put on my Poncho, a plastic rain coat, in order to protect myself from the aircon-breeze. Somehow I managed to fall asleep and woke up at around six in the morning when we approach Palenque.
On the way back I remember watching a Diego Armando Maradona movie in the car's portable DVD player. He was praised as a Saint in this movie. I took it as a good preparation of thing ahead in Buenos Aires. |
