Camino Real Aeropuerto Mexico Mexico City

... here. The conquistadors were not that bright it seems, as they built the ´modern' day Mexico city on a lake. Now I´'m no engineer but even I could have told them that would cause problems down the line. Loads of the buildings are on a massive lean as they sink slowly into the spongy soil. I went up a tower to get a better view of the city, but there wasn´t much to see thanks to all the smog. In the evening it was time to try some Mexican cooking. Once I had explained that I don´t eat ...

... of tequilla, one of lime and one of tomatoe juice. Apparently when Mexicans are cooking or serving food they try to keep the three colours of their flag in their food. You had to suck on the lime juice, take a swig of the teguilla and then wash it down with the tomatoe juice. They don´t knock their tequilla over here the way we do at home. They sip it and savour the flavour I suppose. I tried that stuff and it was very palatable indeed ...

... lets be realistic here there are dodgy places in every city that we know and wouldnt go to at night and here its no different. The main difference here is that i think the city has more of a soul and that was exposed to us through our time here in the way that the people came together through this major event in Mexico's history. For example one day as we entered the metro there was a guy selling tapabocas as they were running short in supply and this guy must have has a medical contact ...

... mixed reports about Mexico that we just wanted to get there to see it for ourselves. After a connection to LAX we boarded an Alaskan Airlines flight to Mexico City (that reeks of a cheap flight aye). When we sarted descending, we could see a clearly defined layer of clear blue on top, with a layer of thick grey on the bottom. Then the mass of the city loomed beneath us, as far as we could see through the haze in all directions. The airport was really clean and well ...

... going to rain anymore today. Why I didn't just turn around then I don't know. We got on our three boats and headed off. And then it started. Drip, drip. Plastic sheeting was distributed to people on the other two boats. We didn't have any. Two spare sheets were passed to our boat and Michi and I tried to protect our camera. Then it chucked it down and we got drenched in about 30 seconds. I did have the good sense to take my Gore-Tex with me, but sadly Michi hadn't ...

... I managed about 20 minutes on the beach before finding refuge in a supermarket with aircon.... As pilar had to work, I had to occupy my time so after getting chatting to a few guys from the hostel, we did what seems to come natuarlly to me.... Yep you guessed it... We went out for some beers!!! After losing everyone in the 3rd bar at around 3 am and getting stuck with a boring Austrian, I called it a night! And this is where we are so far!!!.... to be contiued!

I can´t believe its still Sunday. By my rough calculations we´ve been on the road (door-to-door) for 27 hours.... and its still fricken Sunday!!¿?¿?) We´re tired, but not cranky, and after checking in we´re straight into some fine-dining, Mexican style.

... and Catholicism can be clearly seen. Huge expensive bouquets of flowers, which people would have probably spent a long time saving to buy, had been left at Jesus' feet with bottles of booze, chocolates and elaborate fruit displays. The emotion that gripped some worshippers was quite amazing and you get a real sense how crucial religion is for some Mexicans however difficult this is to relate to. Before we headed off to Guanajuato, across the countryside, we stocked up on local food ...

... s mother's family reunion. As Huitzilopotchli`s father drove at break neck speed, Huitzilopochtli and I joked about how wonderful it would be to brush our teeth. Giggling he said, "God, wouldn't flossing just feel great right now?!" (We hadn't planned to spend the night we were going to catch a ride back to Mexico City that previous night) Huitzilopochtli was very excited to show me his grandfather's apartment. It was, in fact, the apartment he had grown up in in Mexico City ...

... on the bus proceeded to get off to examine the problem. Andrew, of course, decided to join them. It was not a blown tire, but rather a blown air brake line. This caused the left rear tire to attempt to lock up because of the loss of pressure, and resulting in the bucking and shuddering. Fortunately, this occurred AFTER we had gotten out of the six or so hours of windy mountain roads with no guardrails and steep grades. The bus driver and his ayudante used copious ...