Hotel La Jolla Culiacan

... my tour started. Firstly I had to master the Metro. This turned out to be quite easy, and also quite amusing. People kept getting on the train with speakers strapped to them playing dreadful music, of which they were selling the CD. I didn´t see anyone sell any. Surely they would have been better off without the speaker, then no-one would know how **** the music was, and they might stand a chance of shifting something? The thing worth remembering on the Metro is that everyone here is ...

Se all'andata ci siamo concessi un hotel con qualche stella, per la fase finale siamo approtadi ad un ostello.<br>Il letto è piccolo, una piazza e mezza stringata, ma il lenzuolo è ancora più piccolo! Un francobollo di cotone. Ci organizziamo dividendoci lenzuolo e coperta, almeno riusciamo a coprirci.<br>Oggi pomeriggio la piazza è piena di gente per i festeggiamenti del giorno dei morti, ci sono gli indios che fanno le loro danze rituali davanti ad altari decorati; molti ...

... staan... Na een uurtje noordwaards rijden (meer over rijden in Mexico city in de volgende entry) vinden we enkel wegwijzers naar Texcoco. Spijtig dat we daar niet moeten zijn, want die richting is heel goed aangeduid. Alle andere richtingen daarentegen lijken onvindbaar. Ook de wegennummering is nogal verwarrend. De wegenatlas en de plannetjes in de lonely planet komen niet overeen, en de nummers van de wegen waar wij op rijden staan in geen van beiden. Om ...

... and Alex returned the other week so was lovely to catch up with them again, we had a good night out at a friend's party where we met some interesting characters. One in particular was Diego who had a tattoo over his eye, a bald head and a menacing look (see the photo!), he proceeded to tell me that he gets sad because no-one talks to him, I did tell him that it was probably because people were terrified of him, particularly when he said that although his name was Diego, he ...

... and on its streets proved quite a contrast in comparison to the well maintained roads and heavy police presence of the historic city centre of Mexico City. The markets there were quite lively and noisy, with quite an astounding variety of colour and smells . However, a bad egg ruined the experience there, when MacGyver's female travelling companion had her camera snatched from her hand by a flaming thief. Everything had ...

... partners, which, though not necessary, seem to make life as a gringa more enjoyable and make great motivators. -A homesickness just barely bubbling up into my consciousness. It´s affecting me in weird ways- I´m constantly craving American food, for example. (Confession- I went both to Starbucks and McDonald's.) I know Mexico is getting to me though, because last night I ate Domino´s Pizza with some friends and I put ...

Good morning on this fine Saturday, my last hours of about 48 in Mexico City. My time with Ale is coming to an end, but it's been great, least of all for the Argentinian-inspired breakfast of mate and dulce de leche of yesterday morning. We've stayed with Ale's friend Jim, a really fantastic guy from Utah who has lived here in the city for over a year after falling in love with it. His apartment is roomy and has lots of light, and he shares it with an ...

... Third, no more sushi in Mexico, no matter how much fun we have ordering it over the phone...it's over rated, or actually make that un-rated, and simply not worth it. So now you ask the obvious question....What in the hell were we thinking?...we left paradise itself, the beautiful Baja Peninsula, for this? Seriously??....hmmm....yeah, we did...that's right, yes we did! The show must go on...no stopping until we roll on two wheels back to Ventura, Cali-for-ni-yay!

... was sleep and shower.  I had arranged for the same taxi driver, at the end of his shift to return to take me to my connecting flight. I was afraid of being ripped off by everyone, or accidentally insulting someone, so I tried to follow what I thought were the protocals and left the voucher for the chauffer I had missed the night before, thus he was still paid (he had phoned my room as I was going to sleep the ...

... it is not a warning or a signal, they just blow it all the time. E.g.: one is supporting the green traffic light, waving to the passing traffic; number 2 is giving a stop sign to the already stopped cars. Whistling. Once in a while, they DO waive the traffic through, when it is already red. Then, the 'victim cars' for whom it is green, but are stopped, blow their horns. All of them. If possible, the police is ignored. Cars drive through red till it ...