Baja Mexico and chasing relationsahip

This is a side track, but thinking about my trip down Baja got me reminising. All the people running away or getting away.

I had an affair with a guy for at least two of the three months I spent in Mexico, Guatemala, and Belize a year prior to my year long trip back through Central on to South American. Although I lived in San Francisco and Greg lived in San Diego he came up often to see me. We thought we might do this trip together. Well, he thought we might do this together, I wanted to go alone. I stupidly called him when I got to San Diego, where I was starting off. I got on a bus to Ensenada and when I got there he was waiting for me. Thank god, he forgot to bring much money so he had to turn around the next day. He was not happy.


After Greg left I hitched hiked getting a ride with another Californian guy. There was an empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor in front of me and he had another bottle between his legs. I was a little afraid until he told me he was in a hurry to catch up with his girlfriend who was somewhere in Mexico. Good I thought he's not interested in me. It wasn't until later that I decided his girlfriend wasn't interested in him and was trying to get away. Fortunately it wasn't long before he needed gas and I made an excuse to get out.


The following ride went smoothly. It was with a father and his son who both worked for some backpacking store. They took me to a hotel in Rosarita where I met and stayed with a woman and her young daugther to share expensives. She was running away from her husband.


My traveling is a form of escapism, but other people do it for real, too.