It seemed like seconds after we were whisked into Myanmar with no passport and no gear for passport photos, we were sitting, packs in hand, in the back of our private truck. Basking in the glory of not having to be on that truck. The highlight of the video is that awesome guy on the cell phone. Of note is the conversation about being late for the bus to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kengtung, Kyaingtong, Chiang Tung, Cheingtung, or Kengtong.
Mo and I had a mindset to do everything as cheap as possible. I believe this irked our fellow, f-bomb dropping traveller whom Mo had told does not factor into the decision process. The harsh logic, part of a constant mind game to sell you on some ridiculous bullshit. Possibly his best quality. We definitely would have bitched about needing to take a private truck.
I’m in Mexico. Sunday Night Raw in Guadalajara was great. The area around the Arena Coliseo seemed rather innocuous. Really close to a major highway, the area isn’t very developed but high traffic and open. From the people warning me of danger and online descriptions, I imagined a maze through a shanty town, death at every corner.
Sunday night, in this case was the low night. May not always be that way but the fight card for Tuesday was more expensive to enter. I had no idea but if I had a choice, I’d have gone for Tuesday’s big show. Bigger show, bigger crowd.
The best part of Lucha Libre for me (everyone?) was the crowd-luchador interaction. An example of this special back and forth between the passionate audience and luchador can be heard around the 15 second mark. Also, big stomps and clotheslines. Music by Matek.