Palacio Del Sol
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Train trip
... y faisons une courte escale car la raison principale de notre visite ici est de prendre le train. En effet, l'un des deux seuls trains de passagers en circulation au Mexique part d’ici en direction de la ville Los Mochis (15 heures de train quand même), et traverse une région superbe, montagneuse et avec un canyon. Nous ne ferons que la moitié du trajet, jusqu'au village de Creel, ou nous resterons 2 jours pour explorer les ...
Chihuahua...y no es el perrito!!!
... recibida me entere que Anthony Queen era oriundo de Chihuahua, y me mostraron la estatua de el en la ciudad y que esta era la tierra de Pancho Villa!!! Tambien que la mayoria de los maestros participantes eran de Ciudad Juarez....les suena el Cartel Juarez???? bueno...el lugar mas peligroso de Mexico!!! pero que desde hace dos o tres años eso se esta revirtiendo ya que el estado ha puesto el mayor presupuesto para combatir el narcotrafico y les esta dando resultado. Una ...
INTERNAL FLIGHTS, HEADING SOUTH TO GO NORTH
... in. He gave El Bombero his tip as we were driving to the airport. Peter had never heard of Whitney Houston but had seen Dolly Parton in concert. David did not like the extent of the coverage of the death of Michael Jackson. 1144 Dizzy was playing, followed by Sealed With A Kiss. Alan is still so so. This city--and Mexico generally--has more than its fair share of churches. En route, sellers of gum and candy apples seen, even a fire juggler at a red light. ...
Ai Chihuahua!
... the bus station filled with A4 posters of missing people! Albeit all were Mexican and mostly in their twenties, at least one of us could mistakenly fit that profile...
So we waited 4 hours in the bus station for the next bus south to Zacatecas. The few locals that we interacted with were exceptionally friendly.
Aside - Sorry, Laura, that means no cheesy pic of a chihuahua in Chihuahua! ...
Officially Ghetto
... I was lonely. For he first time so far I wanted to fly home. I called my hosts number a few times before 7pm and rang out. I have been known to write numbers backward or in th wrong order etc, so as I stared at the digits set before me I panicked that the only person who could help me here could not be contacted. 7pm came and there was no answer. At 7.15pm, on the verge of tears, I inserted the calling card and touched upon the keypad. I had spent the last ...