1. (1) The Beauty in Tequila

2. (2) Migration

3. (3) Norah at a Cheap Hotel

(1) The Beauty in Tequila

Mexico's national drink, tequila is produced in a town called Tequila around 60 km on the northwest of Guadalajara, the second largest city in Mexico in the northwest of Mexico City. The elevation of Tequila is 1200 m, 1000 m lower than Mexico City, and so it is hot. In the tropical heat, it is impossible to wear a leather jacket and pants. I had changed into a T-shirt and shorts after a long time since I entered the Yucatan Peninsula from the Pacific coast. It is much more comfortable to wear less. When you come closer to Tequila from Guadalajara, you see agaves, a plant resembling to an aloe or a cactus, are planted in the mountainous districts. The plant is called "a dragon-tongue orchid" in Japanese, however, it is reported the plant belongs to the group of lily. According to a book, a pineapple-like heart is grown in the core of its long, dragon-tongue-shaped leaves, and the alcohol is derived from the heart. I have once visited Tequila when I was still young around 27 years ago. That time, I remember, I took a day-trip bus from Guadalajara, visited a tequila-producing factory, tasted some small glasses of tequila at an adjacent bar and hurried back to Guadalajara. So, I don't remember well what the town of Tequila, which was maybe a small village then, was like.

But, I had more time for this visit. Entering Tequila, I went to a public telephone house and an Internet cafe' as usual, in order to ask them if I could connect my PC with their systems. I was able to get their immediate permissions. Besides, both of the women working there were good-looking. I had once read a book that said there are more beautiful women in Guadalajara than any other places in Mexico. However, The real beauty were in the country town Tequila with the alcohol-scented air. I unusually asked them to allow me take some photographs of the two women. They both agreed at a word. At the Internet cafe', the manager was not there and I had to move to another cafe', leaving the beautiful woman. But, the woman of the second cafe' was also good-looking! I have no words for beautiful women. I just show you the pictures of the Mexican beauty. I wish I were born in Tequila. Well, the gentlemen of the world, have a good dream tonight. (2) Migration

On the 20th of March, when I was riding in the mountains around 200km west of Mexico City, I saw orange-colored butterflies, which should have all left, fluttering across the road. There is a sanctuary of butterflies near the place. The butterflies fly to this sanctuary to breed from late October to early November all the way from Canada and the US. I have once seen the sanctuary on TV. The trees were totally covered by the butterflies and were dyed all in orange. I had an idea to visit the sanctuary in the mountain. However, it is written that the butterflies given birth during the winter fly back to Canada and the US in early March. I was late to come to this area. So, I had given up visiting the sanctuary. Even among the butterflies probably there are also some which take more time and resultantly will be late. The number of them were not large. They must have been the last group of migration. I myself have migrated on motorcycle, leaving Canada in the end of last summer. It was a long trip. The velocity of a flying butterfly is much slower than a motorcycle. Even so, the butterflies dare to migrate across the long distance. I feel wonder of life.

I was riding back to the Pacific coast in the west from the Yucatan Peninsula in the eastern end of Mexico. I was heading to Puerto Vallarta, which became a prospering tourist town in a day thanks to the movie "The Night of the Iguana" by Elizabeth Taylor.

It was on the 2nd and the 3rd of December last year when I stayed in Puerto Vallarta on the previous time. It is the 2nd of April today and is just after four months. I saw lots of senior people from Canada and the US in this hotel in the last December. I also met the same kind of people in various places in Mexico, not only in Puerto Vallarta. Most of them have already retired from work and now hibernate, escaping from the coldest winter in Canada or the US, in Mexico where the temperature is high but the prices of things are low. Among them there are some people who work in Mexico for the winter and in their countries for the summer. Some fly and some drive to this country. I met a couple who came in a modified school bus.

In spring these people migrate back to Canada or the US just like the orange butterflies. When I came back to the hotel after four months, those people from Canada and the US were already gone. The people that are now staying in the hotel are mostly Mexicans. The foreign guests are all from Europe. I happened to see some of them. All were young. I guess they are not migrants, but mere travelers like myself.

Japan differs from Canada or the US in the condition that the land is surrounded by the sea, however, the other conditions are similar to those countries. It is also cold in winter in Japan. And, in the south there are countries where things are inexpensive. In those countries things are rather more inexpensive than in Mexico. It is unfortunately impossible to visit the countries by motorcycle though. However, we could fly there as Canadians or Americans do to Mexico. But strangely, there are few people who migrate from Japan like the people of the two countries. Japanese people, even after keeping working hard till the age of 60, still worry about getting the next job. Do they really love working? It is seemingly not plausible. They often drink so that they can be free from the stress from the office. In spite of the Japan's efforts to build huge international airports, to try to invite the Olympic Games or to hold the World Cup of football, the Japanese still remain to be country boys, like "a frog in a well" by a Japanese expression, and the wall of its border is high to them. The economic of their nation is now as bad as before. Everyone is anxious about the future. In particular, the hard life can be predictable when they live on the poor pension after retirement. But, they could solve the problem if only they changed their way of thinking like the people from Canada or the US. Although Japanese yen is devalued now, it is still strong. Even now it is the best time all through the history of Japan if the Japanese think about migrating out of Japan. Once they migrate to the countries in the south, yen has a value of 10 or 100 times.

Some of the people in Canada or the US migrate to Mexico during 10 or 20 years after retirement. They will probably keep the migration to hibernate in Mexico till they cannot move their body. In the case of the butterflies the migrants end their life after breeding. Those who fly back are new generation. Doing so, the butterflies continue their migration from generation to generation. The offsprings of the people from Canada and the US will also migrate for sure. I have spent all the winter in a warm land for the first time in my life. I have also experienced migration for only a year. My migration was not, however, stable, moving around here and there.

(3) Norah at a Cheap Hotel

I came back to Puerto Vallarta on the Pacific coast after traveling around the Yucatan Peninsula in the faraway east. Along the long southeast coastline from Puerto Vallarta, there are lots of beautiful beaches. When I visited there in the last December, I rode through the beaches with great haste, because I had to see someone in the peninsula of Yucatan. The reason why I came back to the Pacific coast was not only to relax myself in those beaches, but also to see once more the big simile of Norah, the woman at the reception of the cheap hotel in Puerto Vallarta. When I parked my motorcycle in front of the hotel just after four months, I heard the voice "Tori, Tori!" from the reception. It was from Norah. She remembered me although I stayed in the hotel only two nights before. Her body I saw after four months was thinner. She said she had lost her weight by 18 kg by a diet. As the thick fat around her belly disappeared, her originally large breasts became more prominent. She has blond hair and gray eyes untypically for Mexicans, I usually find more sexual allure in dark hair and dark eyes. However, a woman with large breasts is also my taste. I imagined Norah was slightly over thirty, however, she told me she would observe her 29th birthday in a few days. Although young, she had already two daughters, of eleven and of two and a half. That means she had her first baby when she was at the age of a senior high student. She got a divorce from the man and now raises her two daughters by herself. She works from three in the afternoon to eleven at night for the hotel and receives US$300 a month. Out of the salary she pays $100 for the rent of her place. This means she can afford $30 a day. After finishing the job at 11:00, she walks back to her place for one and a half hours. Her life is never easy. So, she has another job of cleaning the houses of others in the morning of Mondays and on Thursdays which are her sole holiday of a week. On my previous visit to the hotel, I heard her saying on the phone, "I don't have money". She told me the phone was from her 11-year-old daughter. The daughter soon accepted her mother's rejection. I then remembered of my poor family of my childhood.

In spite of her hard life, Norah is an amazingly cheerful woman.

To take a break from writing, I used to go to the lobby and talked to Narah, appreciating her protruding bosom. One day when we were two of us in the lobby, we sat next to each other on the couch. I said to her, "Your tits are large and of good shape". She answered, "I myself don't like it because they are heavy. Well, if you say so...". And, she pulled her T-shirt up to show hers to me. Most of her large tits were exposed out of the bra. When she pulled it down after a second, we both laughed out loud. I feel happy in this kind of rollickingness or naiveness of the women in Latin America. I was really lucky that day, anyway. On the previous day of my leaving from Puerto Vallarta, on Thursday again, I made a short date with Norah accompanied by a little daughter on the same beach. The two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Stephany was a lovely girl. Norah told me she would move to the US with Stephany and her another daughter and make a living there as a waitress. I was taught the toughness of women. Wishing the happiness of her future from the bottom of my heart, I left Puerto Vallarta.