A few blog followers have asked for a visual of the legendary taco al pastor. I have included picture #1 for your viewing pleasure.
Although it is nearly impossible to avoid the formidable sound of the train, especially in small towns, I have managed to sleep through a few departures in Arriaga. Very disappointing considering La Bestia is one of the main reasons I am in the field. These departures are particularly interesting being that is is the beginning of the train route This is the most amount of people you´ll see on the train bc it´s before Hondu is kidnapped, sold in prostitution or killed.
This morning I woke just beofore 11 knowing perfectly well that the train was scheduled to depart around 7am. Oh well. The truth is I did hear the train whistle, however I was so comfy in my shitty hotel bed that I couldn´t muster enough energy to get dressed and walk 1 block to the tracks. I liken it to the 3am pee. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night with a strong urge to urinate but just cannot get yourself out of bed? And you choose to suffer, toss and turn rather than just getting out of bed and doing your thing. That´s what it was like.
When I truly woke up at 11am, I quickly gathered my belonging and hurried over to the Arriaga bus station. My goal was to catch up with the train, despite it leaving over 4 hours before me. La Bestia rides slow from Arriaga to Ixtepec. Anyway, I arrived in the town of Juchitan, Oaxaca and positioned myself on a bridge waiting for the train to pass. The location was strategically convenient and provided a lovely view of the tracks below. The only problem was I had to wait 2 hours in the intense heat and blazing sun before the train would pass. I at least had a King Cone to pass the time. I wouldn´t be disappointed. The train roared in at a snails pace and I managed to get some solid footage of about 150 Hondu on top. Funny enough, when they were passing underneath, Hondu could see me on the bridge and a few people were shouting...Marcos! Isn´t that special.