MEXICO CITY: After passing out in Oaxaca with my Mezcal hottie I woke up in a strange park. The sun was up and there were plenty of people wandering about. It was clearly already day time and I didn't have a place to stay. I was homeless in Mexico! Luckily I'd had the common sense to pass out with my leg wrapped around my suitcase so I still had all my belongings including my Federal Reserves. So there was only one thing to do. Find out what city this was and if I should spend another day as a homeless man on a free park bench. I opted for the former and started wandering around looking for a place to stay...