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A Psychedelic Trip: The Consciousness Expanding Effects of Travel
Psychedelics change the psychic environment. Travel changes the physical environment. But both provide the same mind-blowing realization
I am literally in a different world.
My cab weaves through the chaotic rush hour traffic. No one here respects lanes. Driving in Mexico City is a “might makes right” situation. It’s nauseating so I stare out the window, trying to catch it all as it whizzes by.
At a stop, I see a spider-like crack in a retaining wall, dark and wet, oozing with some kind of grease and there is a line of ants crawling into it and out. The cab driver waves off a homeless man trying to wash the windows. I put my backpack on the floor between my feet.
It smells like Iraq. It’s exhaust and it’s oil. It’s stagnant water and sun-dried piss.
Have I made a terrible mistake, I think, now sitting in my hotel room, thankfully in a nicer part of town. It’s just big enough to fit a queen-size bed with a grey comforter with geometric stitching and oil stains on it, I hope, and the little desk just wide enough for my laptop.
The bathroom is nice. I look out the second-floor window and watch the raindrops dance on the…
