I ran away to Mexico

Hola Aloha Yall.

I grew up and ran away to Mexico…from Hawaii…thasright...paradise.

To live the third phase of my life. According to the Hindus, after Student and Householder, comes Seeker, when a man, freed from his responsibilities of family may wander as his soul leads him.

I gave away all my worldly goods but for my Strat and tennis rackets and hit the road two years ago at the Yucatan Island of Women, Isla Mujeres, the most eastern point of The New World of Mexico.

Schlepping Daichi Chu’an and Delta Blues guitar at Poc Na hostel for a cot and a hot on the beach for 3 months, I baked, strummed and soaked away sixty-one solar orbits from my weary meatbot, groping for the dreams I stashed away somewhere during my thirty year tour as dad. I met younger bros of the road and espousing my new road slogan “pronto pero lento” - Soon, but slowly - I began walking again on the road I left when I adulted up. Bongs and beauty, ahuevo!

My intro to Zipolite Beach was the gringo owner of of a beachfront hotel bringing me a fat house joint with the key to my 150 peso room on the sand. Picture this…nude, gay lovers making out while smoking weed bought from a beach pizza joint, their dog running free at a nice beachfront restaurant table..and the server bringing them an ashtray. That’s Total Freedom...normal in Playa Zipolite, where nothing goes on but everything is happening.

Eight months there, training on the sand everyday, playing nights for first class food and drink. Naked hippie girls spinning all day long; beach volleyball; reggae raves at night; dangerous beach break; nothing to do but train, smoke and rap philosophical like with freaks from the world over. Then one day, in a single afternoon, the Pacific came and took everything, I mean everything away. My nine foot tensegrity icosahedral kinetic sculpture of bamboo…swept away…perhaps to mystify some islander somewhere. But..

Its surreality boinging away on the sand in front of El Peyote Cafe for 2 months led to a cash job offer as maestro bamboo furniture designer in Puebla de Los Angeles and dark weather rolling in on my heels, off I went.

I quit after a year, don't ask, but stayed on in this 7200 ft high town of perfect climate despite my Isla bro’s tempting offer to partner him in his hostel in San Pancho, Nayarit. I had identified and located a mountain of ancient sea salt from the Jurassic era in the southern part of the state and made a small healing business in town among my new found tennis and soccer friends at the huge local state university. I busked for amazing Poblano cuisine and enjoyed life in this incredible, unknown major provincial capital of the New World whose main plaza was designed by Da Vinci, 385 years ago wudyabelieve?

Starting a daichi school soon, I might add. And my original project of playing 432 tuned music at the mysterious acoustic sweetspot of a Mexican pyramid is moving as I found the pyramid here in town, the biggest in the world until the Bosnia, China and Antarctic finds the last few years. I found the spot AND I can play there and nowhere else in Mexico. I can even live in Cholula, built on the pyramid, which is impossible anywhere else in the world…haha… I love Mexico.

Follow my adventures as a Miyagi, a wandering Teacher in Mexico as I attempt to open the star portal at the Cholula Pyramid. Check out my introduction post “ Beautiful Street Life In Mexico” tagged in Mexico, Anarchapulco, Travel, Anarchy.

If you want to know Mexico as its never been known, forget all those retiree old fart expat book selling, real estate pimping sites going on about medical insurance, cost of Post Toasties, and American TV. I ain't got nothing to sell ya, but If you want live here, not as a turista but as a local. Follow me.