Saturday, July 6

Today was pretty much the same as yesterday. In the late afternoon Mike came back. I had eaten, used the internet, and walked around. This city is pretty much a pit. Tijuana of the south. I have not been offered sex, drugs, and fishing trips so much in the past 15 years as I have to past two days. In the evening Mike got drunk and I watched TV. I woke up about midnight and Mike was gone. He left a note saying that he had left at about 9:30 and that he would be home early. He rolled in at 3:00 in the morning. He told me that he had met up with the front desk people and had gone out with them.