Emporio Zacatecas Hotel

... planning to experience this exceptional adventure I would like to extend the universal greeting used by "pilgrims" all along the route-"Buen Camino"! Finally as I implied at the beginning, this blog has been a revelation and has put a lot of things into perspective. Of course a lot of this could have been avoided by advance research or by taking a tour. The tour was however out of the question due to my phobia of being ...

... I will let you decide - take a click and have a look at the photos. http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-en tries/lobo/excursions/1230600180/tpod.h tml If the term "cerro" meaning "peak" is strange to you, it was strange to me as well until I travelled in 2006 to perhaps the most famous of all "cerros" in Latin America and that would be "Cerro Fitzroy" (also known as Cerro Chaltén) - that beautiful peak in the Andes which ...

... Acropolis Restaurant located right next to the cathedral a plug. On our first evening in town we wanted to eat there. The "maitre d'" took my family name on the waiting list. Realizing that the lineup was too long, we left and ate elsewhere. The next evening we decided to go back and try again. This time there was no lineup and when the maitre d' saw me he addressed me by my name. I must say I was flabbergasted! This was obviously "un hombre muy ...

... children and only one was a boy, and that was the final one! On arrival in to Jerez we were greeted by the army and police officers everywhere, many of which were wearing balaclavas. The car and Arthur were searched thoroughly and he was questioned on why he was here. Venturing further in to town I soon realised that what was happening was pretty serious as heavily armed police and army officers, all ...

... man. He likes to practicing his strange pseudo cockney accented English with the guests and several nights a week organises a group of people to go to his favourite hidden haunts which included a cantina hidden down yet another alleyway, which was left full of bemused regulars after witnessing a group of germans, belgians, english, catalan, french and mexicans downing tequila in shameful European fashion and attempting to dance to banda.

... up the 25km of extremely bumpy cobblestones to the old, formerly abandoned mining town of Real de Catorce. Apparently, up until a couple of years ago, it was nearly a ghost town, but now it's slowly being remade into a touristy little retreat. That 25km of cobblestones helps keep the place pretty isolated. While we were there we had the great good luck to fall into the tail end of a wedding party, which ...

... the states only that there is only mexian food, fries, and hamburgers. The concert held here at La Feria are know to get crazy, so I kept that image in my head. I was very excited to see this concert, even though i had no idea who Vincente Fernandez is. We proceeded towards Tomas' uncle Tio's house where we would stay for our time here. Here i met Tomas' Aunt Aurora, cousin Sandra, niece Sadisa, cousin Flako, and cousin Daniel. after a series of ...

... be) the defining memory of this particular weekend for me (and my friends), there is lots to see in Zacatecas. Saturday morning, my good friend managed to end my passed-out-from-the-night-before state, and I made the guided tour through the city. We took a cable car between two mountains which offered breathtaking views, and explored a silver mine, El Edén, complete with hard hat and all. Incidentally, part of ...

... so much as glanced in my direction. After what seemed like a long time the gate opened and the exhausted bull disappeared back into the corral. I breathed a sigh of relief and started heading back towards my seat. Bobo asked me where I was going - it was only half time. The appearance of a brown bull in the ring marked the commencement of the second half. The animal, though medium-sized, seemed angrier than its predecessor and its horns were sufficiently large to inspire ...

... which towered above the city, and if that wasn't sufficient, there was always someone on hand to offer directions. I had the good fortune to stay at the Villa Colonial, which is situated in a quiet street behind the magnificent baroque cathedral with its quasi-pagan facade of coiled pillars and indigenous saints. The main men at the hostal were the always charming dueño, Ernesto, and his brother Guillermo, whose mission it was to ensure that their guests enjoyed ...