There is an airport in Hermosillo, and Hermosillo is only eighty-five miles about Guaymas, but to fly is to miss the point. The point is to become disoriented, shriven, by the heat and the deceptive perspectives and the oppressive sense of carrion. The road shimmers. The eyes want to close.
by Joan Didion
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In Joan Didion's "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," the author reflects on the experience of traveling through the heat of the Mexican landscape, specifically between Hermosillo and Guaymas. Although air travel is a quick means to cover the distance of eighty-five miles, Didion emphasizes that flying bypasses the essence of the journey. The significance lies in the disorientation brought by the heat and the land's deceptive visuals, suggesting that true understanding comes from engaging with the environment directly.

Didion paints a vivid image of the oppressive heat and shimmering roads that can overwhelm the senses. The discomfort and exhaustion experienced on the road serve as a metaphor for the deeper emotional and existential reflections one encounters during travel. Rather than seeking the convenience of flying, she advocates for embracing the challenges of the journey that can lead to profound insights about oneself and the surroundings.

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