Mision Carlton Class Guadalajara

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... fans joined in, but there was no sense of danger and you could never imagine a Milwall/West Ham type scenario developing.<br><br>Although the standard of football was never quite as good as what you would see in Europe, it was an extremely open and entertaining game, with a great atmosphere. At about £10 a ticket it was also a hell of a lot cheaper than the Prem, so no doubt I'll be coming back for more during my time here.

... car washes, candies, and balloons hawk their wares to drivers stopped in traffic, performers ( glass-walkers, fire-breathers, clowns, ¨ singers and guitar-players, and even the odd melon juggler or two) set up shop at intersections while traffic is paused for red lights, and food stalls offering everything from freshly-fried churros to tacos al vapor, freshly pressed juices ...

... light in time to identify my assailant as a fair sized cockroach! However, by the time I grabbed a shoe to batter it with, the ****er had disappeared beneath my wardrobe.<br><br>I have since become somewhat paranoid. Where will it crawl next time I sleep? Not my face? Or will I awake to find a scorpion in my bed or a tarantula spinning its web around me? Tonight I'll be applying plenty of insect repellent before bed and sleeping with a loaded gun beneath the pillow...

... beans, and toasted bread in her stove-top panini press. She either starts frying the egg when she hears me coming down the stairs, or just has a bizarre 6th sense to detect when hungry young people are in the vicinity. While I eat, she brings me hot water for my instant coffee, and starts making the sandwich that I´ll take with me to school. We chat over breakfast (I eat, she watches), and at some point after I leave for school, she sneaks ...

... 199<br><br>Guadalajara, Mexico<br><br> With most of the bug vomited out, and some antibiotics I was well enough to go to school today. The worst part was being tired. Before school I had to get rid of the vomit. My temporary mum told me to put it outside on the corner and when I was taken aback she assured me it was ok because someone would burn it later. <br> After school I wandered around Guadalajara. The suburb I was staying in had the traditional culture Mexico is ...

Hi from Guadalajara- a city that is, in one word, idyllic. A few more existential crises under my belt. Days and days of asking myself infuriating questions like "Am I only so happy because I'm actually miserable? Does simple kindness mean so much to me because I'm starved and lonely? Have I come to know God only because I'm so tired of purposelessness? What is REAL?" As a friend in DF told me shortly before saying goodbye, "the voices ...

... and, well, kissed all night. Little sleep, which was ok as I slept well most of the bus ride back here to DF! Back in DF I discovered we in fact were not going to Taxco... Instead yesterday, (23/12/07) for Ligia's Birthday (which is today) we went to the Trajineras... now Australia needs one of these... Ligia described it as floating markets, no, it's floating parties.... You hire a colourful long boat and bring booze and food and friends and head out onto the ...

So my first bus ride later, I thought I'd try and stay on the outskirts as the guide book accommodation sounded nicer. I totally failed to get the bus driver to understand where I wanted to get off, so I'm staying in a rather pleasant hotel in the city centre instead. It's more than I should be spending - but hey ho. It's rather shabby, but was obviously a lovely building once, with a courtyard and fountain and ...

... by it. And so he massacred the people, leveled the buildings, and laid the foundations of what would become the D.F. of today. I knew this, and I was looknig forward to seeing the lake, the island, and whatever remained of Tenochtitlan. Somehow it didn't connect in my head. There is no more Tenochtitlan, nothing remains of it. Nothing. There is no more island, and there is no more lake, it's been drained a long time ago. So much for that. The cathedral and the ...