I remember back in the late 90s I met this girl from Oaxaca Mexico, and because I was a crazy young person I hopped on a bus from Austin Texas and went straight down south until basically I hit water in a little village called Puerto Angel. I stayed in this tiny fishing village for a couple of years, often sleeping outside on a hammock to the sounds of the jungle and ocean crashing. No civilization for hundreds of miles. I got so used to these sounds it felt like my breathing synchronized to the ocean.
When I finally moved back to Austin, it took me weeks to fall asleep properly. Everyone seemed so manic, running around in circles. The TVs, angry drivers in traffic, negative energy and the lack of the jungle sounds really messed with me! So I totally get where you're coming from. You get used to a particular pace of life and sounds of the night and it's hard to adjust to such a big change.
what a cool story, how cool of an experience.... Well, we can adapt, I'm sure that I went back to florida, back "home", I would eventually find a way to cope with the silent nights, but I can't say that sounds like a good plan. At least not for now.
Thanks for sharing bro
I love meno and his posts, just found myself going deeper and was pulled in by the title dead space.
In the early 2000's i was living in Austin. i headed to Mexico on a bus needing to escape the U.S. i ended up in Oaxaca and fell in love with a girl. Chased her to Puerto Angel. Hammocks and romantic walks down through the fisherman's boats.
When i returned standing in line to get my passport stamped they had the news on the tv's. We were freshly at war with Iraq. I felt the pulse of the U.S. the anxiety washed into me. It was so tangible. I knew i needed to figure a way to get out. But your comment @nuthman has really hit me as it felt like a fun house mirror. Casting an image that felt like me but wasn't.