It was a Monday morning when I packed up
my mochila grande

as I have come to refer my backpack,

and boarded what we call in the

United States a mini bus or van but the Latins call it a bus.

All I had to do was tell the owner at the hostal,

Cielo Roja

where I wanted to go and then she made a phone call.

After she hung up she told me the bus will arrive

in 30 minutes at the hostal front door.

Seems like it always takes me longer to pack up than I expect it to.

After packing all my things up a
couple dozen times mas o menos

over the last several months,

it has gotten pretty easy but it still takes time.

Everything has its place so it's also easy to not loose stuff.

Before I boarded my first bus in Dallas, Texas

I made several consecutive posts with details

of everything I am carrying with me on my

Epic Journey Through Latin America.

What I actually decided to carry across 3 continents might be of interest to you.
Part 1 My Packing List Toiletries Bag
Part 2 My Packing List Small Easy Carry Backpack
Part 3 My Packing LIst Jewelry Making Supplies
Part 4 My Packing List Sleeping Supplies, Culinary and Tarot tools
PART 5 My Packing List: What I am Bringing On My Epic Journey Through Latin America

So far, I have lost a light jacket,

a banadana,

2 pairs of reading glasses and

a wool sweater I bought in the north of Mexico when in the cold mountains.

Everything else I still have except about 5 pieces

of clothing that I have ditched along the way while

one new shirt,

a really big blanket that I wrap around
my djembe when I’m on the move

and a wool shawl has been added.

That morning in Oaxaca I went out early to buy a couple shirts

from the street vendors as a gift for my Kuna boyfriend, Fabio.

The story of my I meeting an indigenous man and how he won my heart

is documented in my award winning travel story,

Buying Back My Kuna.

Quickly I returned to the hostel, finished my packing

and was on the bus by 11am.

When I travel on buses for many hours I am super grateful for my ear buds,

my beloved battery pack to recharge my phone

and my movie downloads from my favorite movie streaming site.

The night before I depart I charge all my electronics

to their maximum for preparing for my journey.

In addition, I refrain from eating much and drinking anything for

hours before I board the bus as well as peeing as much as I can.

The buses almost never have onboard bathrooms

and the stops for the bathroom are undependable.

My intention was to get another bus to Mazunte

from Pochutla but I arrived so late that

the buses I planned to use to complete my journey were all off duty.

A taxi driver with a very non-aggressive energy

approached me in the street and explained

that he would drive me to Mazunte for what

I thought was a very reasonable price.

The sun was just going down

when I appoached the gate to The Empanada,

the hostal I was invited to stay at in the Magical city, Mazunte,
through my connections

from the Facebook group, Mochileros en Mexico.

My next blog describes how I got to stay

at this hostel for free for 5 nights, my new friends in Mazunte.

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