There are very few photos of me from my Mexico 2003 trip. I count just five. Four of them are terrible/blurry/too dark. The one below is the sole photo I’m ok about. It’s interesting to see how I’ve aged. Actually, it’s hugely disappointing that I’ve aged. I was always hoping I’d be ‘the one’. The exception. Live forever, and all that. I’m not sure that’s working out for me. Such is life. I sure have fewer lines on my face back then. And a trimmer waist. I was but 30 when this photo was taken.
I heard recently that you are no longer allowed to climb up pyramids in Mexico, including Chichen Itza and Teotihuacan. Have I heard right?! I’m wearing my favorite Red Sea tee shirt in the photo. And the most comfortable pair of shorts I ever owned. Light weight, with long knee length legs, but sturdy enough that I could keep change in my pockets without the coins pulling them down to my ankles.
I still have that tee shirt. It’s a bit worse for wear these days. To put it mildly. The shorts bit the dust a year later in Costa Rica. I’d spent an hour chatting to a girl in the lounge of a hostel without realizing the shorts had become very torn in an awkward location. The little general was very much ‘on view’. Parading, if you like. Fortunately, though, not standing to attention. She didn’t mention it. Very decent of her. But she absolutely can’t have missed it.