My last night in Mexico was marked by many glasses of wine and a couple of shots of tequila (yeah, I know, great combination). To the right is Nadie ("nobody" is Spanish), a wandering musician who makes a living dropping by various bars around town and passing his hat. Unlike other minstrels in town, Nadie actually has a strong rhythmic guitar technique, sort of like Manu Chao. I ran into Nadie while quaffing tequila in a little cantina off the main pedestrian strip in San Cristóbal, taking a break from hunting down the swindler Darius (whom I never did find). Later, Nadie and I went back to the wine bar, from where this picture was taken.
Pictured to the right is Carlo, the proprietor of La Viña de Bacco, my oft-mentioned wine bar of choice in San Cristóbal de Las Casas. This photo, also taken on my last night in town, shows a bottle of bats'i pox, which Carlo recommended over a shot of mescal or tequila. Supposedly a "Mayan medicine," I assumed that the hangover from it wouldn't be as bad as from the other two Mexican liquors. Wrong. I missed my bus to Guatemala the next morning and had to eat the price of another ticket. Furthermore, I was still drunk the next morning. Thanks, Carlo.