So I made it to Mexico. I’m not actually even supposed to be here. Supposed to be in the Falkland Islands. Now I’m just taking in this beautiful day, this gorgeous sunset. There it is. So it’s been 24 hours of travel hell. I was supposed to fly to the Falkland Islands yesterday. But through a complicated set of circumstances, there was no way I would make the one weekly flight to the Falkland Islands from Santiago, Chile. So we have rearranged everything. And now I think I’m going to Mexico. My route to Mexico involved flying from Salvador, Brazil, to Belo Horizonte, Brazil, then to Buenos Aires — which, yes, you do know your geography. That is the wrong direction — and from Buenos Aires to Panama City, and then Panama City to Puerto Vallarta. So all in all, that was over 30 hours, maybe close to 40. But then I was in Costalegre. And let me tell you this, there’s no better place to have a decompression session than Costalegre, Mexico. Costalegre is this stretch of beaches south of Puerto Vallarta. It’s sort of where jungle meets beach. I was just wrecked after that trip. And there was no better way to deal with it than sitting on an empty beach with a giant Michelada. Of which I drank many. From there, I drove up the coast in an area called Careyes. I just found this little bed and breakfast. It’s this pink, kind of hacienda-type house. And you have these little rooms that are built around this beautiful pool. “It’s really just stunning. Don’t want to leave.” It’s about a 15-minute walk to this little beach that was also just completely undeveloped and just perfect. I got there, and I just ate oysters right off the beach. I know it was risky, but there are risks worth taking. One of the days I was there, I went to the beach. And there happened to be this turtle just chilling there. So the people had brought it in. And they were going to tag it before they released it again so that they could track its movements and learn more about it. And then the next morning, I checked out some of the sculptures or installations that make this area even quirkier than it already is. There’s this giant bowl, looks like a crash-landed UFO or something. It was like something out of Indiana Jones or some ruins of some ancient alien civilization or something. As much as some experiences within travel can just suck, that’s not the stuff that’s going to stick with you. That’s like the really annoying hurdle you have to see somewhere new, and meet new people, and see the world. An improvised trip can be even better than a planned one. I’m on a beach. My feet are in the water. The sun’s beating down on me. It’s not so bad. So bring on the delays. They’re going to be more of them. But at the end of the day I feel pretty silly complaining.