The hammock swings, the waves crash, and the mosquitoes wont let me sleep again. Biting through my clothes, my face, my back, the soles of my feet, the itch gets worse and worse.. I finally get some sleep on a hammock in the morning but im soon woken up by the smell of breakfast.
A particularly ugly but likeable mushe called Karla takes a liking to me and rubs my arm, whispering sweet nothings into my ears, all I can do is grin and bear it.
The bus comes, we return to Ixtepec after a final swim. The waters are warm and refreshing. I sit on the bus, wet, we stop by Juchitan to get some Micheladas (beer with lemon juice, hot sauce and salt) and some fish cocktails. Mena and Ruben are with us, we take somo fotos and laugh about the Transvestite Mushes.
"What time is it?" I ask,
"Quarter to Four" answers Ruben,
"SHIT! I got a hot date at five!"
I run out to meet Vianey and get back to Ixtepec just in time. She's wearing a one piece green dress that hugs her astounding physique, we talk easily. I drop off my stuff while she waits on the street, we get some beers and find a quiet corner.
We talk about our past, her army experience, my band, we listen to music, we kiss, she's very much into it, we smoke some cigarrettes and feel each other up.