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... in places and requiring careful treading in others, yet it was still impressive-looking! The municipality clearly had an interest in maintaining the quaint look of the town as we saw workmen chipping away at the brand-new pavements to give it an old school, cobbled feel and they had laid down a mosaic commemorating the new year (see pic).
But hey, it's Friday evening and my nizzy is due to arrive any minute! Best I head back. Yay! Reunited and it feels so goooooood!! ...
... something of a local tourist attraction, with visitors breaking off bits of dead body to take home as a somewhat macabre souvenir.
The burial tax was abolished in 1958 but by then the mummies were such a popular tourist attraction that the authorities decided to display and preserve them properly, behind glass with proper ventilation and lighting, and the current musuem was opened in 1970.
Most of the displayed mummies are female, ...
... lived on average only another one to four years.
We went down into the mine along a steep staircase with huge, uneven steps. The walk back up had all of us panting, and once outside again, the guide pointed out on a map the tiny bit we had covered, compared to the huge depths of the mine in total (I think it went down something like half a mile, but I'm going to check on this). There also was a mummy of an unnamed miner and ...
... fill up with about equal parts diners and mariachi bands. On a side note, I had always heard about how entranced and emotional Mexicans, especially drunk ones, got when the mariachis played their favorite songs but I had never actually seen it before Guanajuato. They´ll pay $10 a song!!! to end up crying like little girls and hugging their wives/girlfriends/amigos like they are going off to war. And it seems like everyone ...
... me at the bus stop in Guanajuato was to leave my favorite, hand woven vest (from Rosemary in Australia) in his car - one of the two warmish garments that I had brought. But at the time, that was the least of my worries because I was so overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the busy bus station where everyone was yammering away in Spanish (!) and the need to get a bus to SMA. I'd told my future hosts that I'd be showing up at their place between 4 and 5 - and ...