I’ve needed a haircut for a few weeks and I finally have the time to get it. Not only that, but I intentionally did not bring a razor, nor do I plan to have a beard.

As you can see, I’m at a critical level of fluff. I got a shave and a haircut for $7.

I am glad that I got my hepatitis shot. My shave was bloody. I *think* he used a new blade on me and I sure hope that he doesn’t use that blade on someone else. It was one of the most painful experiences. I miss Mach 3 or Mach 4. Maybe it was the cold shaving creme and fan blowing on my face contacting my hair folicles. All I know is that it was pain.

-break-

I’m taking today off of the bike. I’ve been on the bike 8ish hours a day since last Saturday. I would have liked to make it to the Yucatan but am ok here in Campeche.

Oh, at my hotel, I find my motorcycle’s clone. I can’t seem to find the owner and it hasn’t moved for almost 24 hours.


^^ This drink was terrible. Luckily it was only 50 pesos. It tasted like a thawed freezer pop. WAY too sugary. I couldn’t even finish it.


^^ Half of everyone’s favorite famous motorcycle duo. Heh.