Hostal Cuija Coyoacan
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... Chez, who used to flat share with Martin, was there, busily finishing off a few bits in advance of joining us for lunch. Back at street level, we stepped out into the dazzling sunshine. We took a stroll along Reforma, past shining office blocks. As we got to its roundabout home, we paused to admire The Angel of Independence. Holding a laurel wreath in one hand and a short length of chain in the other, she stands atop a stone column (not unlike Nelson's ...
... have and so on.....! This is the first, but not the last time that I am reminded that in Mexico family is everything. Women that travel on their own must be all foreign and blonde women that talk at least a little bit of Spanish, as this is the language in which we have the conversation, are a minority or if you prefer: are simply rare.
Something else I just remember. There is this woman in a wheelchair who is helped by a Mexican and ...
... day a new reform had just been passed, and the president was there, so it was impossible to Enter the Palacio National of the ruins of a Mayan site they had started to excavate from underneath the cathedral. Nonetheless, i went in the cathedral, and then to the secretario de educacion publica which has over 100 Diego Rivera murales painted around its walls. The metro on the way back was filled with people selling everything from sweets and DVDs to gloves and headphones, ...
... transport to and from El Tajin. For the first time I wasn't just taking first-class intercity buses, but having to use local buses - it felt like real backpacking. It was not without its worries though. After eventually finding the right bus station and bus, the bus driver pulled into the bay, let me on...and then left straight away, seemingly without waiting to see if there were any other passengers. In my mind, there was a strong possibility I was either being kidnapped ...
... is non-verbal and thatīs probably how I managed to get around, asking people for directions. I have no guidebook with me. I also donīt have a dictionary or Spanish phrasebook.
I took the Metro from Oceania, nearest train station from the airport. Itīs around 10-15 mins walk. I should have alighted at Garibaldi to see the Mariachis perform at the Garibaldi plaza, but somehow I decided to change stations and head towards Bellas Artes. Instinct.