I'm now in the city of Oaxaca, a very lovely if very touristy place, so it's back to being a "backpacker" for me after a nearly 2 year hiatus. Nothing has changed, of course. As ever there are the beer-soaked midnight political discussions with a random assortment of international youths who are most often filled with sophormoric, idealistic, anti-American sentiments with all the depth of a Manu Chau lyric.
But here's a new one: last night I met an Isreali who didn't like Obama. That one made me want to vomit technicolor acid in both of our faces. I bought him another beer instead.