The market is a crazy cacophony of vendors, colours, and sounds. Igael and I make our way through the labyrinthine structure to try and find a cheap feed. On the way out we run into the troupe from the previous night. Introductions are made, I meet the likeable Rafa and his dark violinist girl Marcella, Jim the guitarist and his very pretty Adrianna, and the lucidly mellow Jacob. They know Igael and Omar too. I take them to Casa Babylon and we hang out and smoke while Emmanuel continues to make his mix tapes of hardcore Mexican punk.
Rafa teaches me a song.. "Dame tus ojos.. y dame un poco de libertad..", Its soon time for them to make a buck playing music for gringos in the nearby restaurants and I follow. They make some good money and shout me dinner. We go back to the hostel and the gang stays up and chats. I meet a fun Argentinian, 'Nacho', who passes around some Matte, bitter tea to which Im soon addicted. We listen to music and talk about our travels. There is a rumour that a Zapatista party is taking place in the mountains. Roberta wants to go and so do I, we might go together. I like her vibe.
