There are times when you should ask questions, times when you should try to understand, times when you need to get to the bottom of the way and wherefore. All those reasonable, rational times. This isn’t one of them. Not at all. What a wonderful, magnificent and glorious way to be dead.
We were in Huatulco, a resort on the Mexican Riviera created for tourists and other holiday-makers, a rather dreadful over-priced, over slick main drag with too many restaurants and hawkers and really, despite the perfection of the location, quite awful. We hired a taxi and told him we weren’t interested in any of his toursContinue reading “Occupation: dead person”