david's trials & tribulations of life

Yess, before you start moaning and bitching as to how 'cheap' I am, I hate these bulk emails too. But it has to be done every once in a while, to keep everyone up to date with all the 'pendejadas' (from the word pendejo meaning butt hair...) that have been going on down this part of the world. Where to start? Still living in the shithole, although the shit part has been fixed, so now its only a hole. A marked improvement. No, really could be worse. The work has kept me tired, and recently a bit bored, but things are picking up again. Still meeting some great people from all walks of life, which adds an extra dimension to my work. In fact, spent three days in Isla Mujeres (island off Cancun) with a Canadian girl and her brother who I met here in Tulum, which was nice....to say the least (yes, I have become a man of little words, and less verbal diaorrhea!). Some more excitement recently though. It all started one day when I picked up a big group of Yoga (not Yogi) ...

OK, here goes to all you lovely people out there who: a) Asked for my address to either write to me and let me know how things are or send me a Christmas card; b) Have not expressed a single ounce of interest in writing to me, but who will now feel obliged to do so c) Have a small list of friends in there address book, and would like another entry to look that much more popular. d) Said they love me, and would like to prove it by sending me some correspondence. e) Clearly would rather eat their own excrement than write to me, but might be persuaded with some little bribe of sorts. My address is: Sian Ka’an Tours Avenida Tulum Entre Satelite y Geminis Colonia Centro Tulum, Quintana Roo C.P. 77780 México There are no street numbers in this town, and really no street names either. In fact, for all we know, U2 could have been referring to Tulum when they sang ‘Where the streets have no name.’ One thing’s for sure - it definitely wasn’t the inspiration for Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Streets of Ph...