Quality Inn Guadalajara Centro

We will post trip information here as soon as it starts. For 2010, we will continue planning the project and look for Sponsors that are willing to invest and support the Project. All indications in that regard is ...

This weekend I finally got round to seeing some live football in Mexico. I'd been meaning to go for ages but in the end this was a game worth waiting for. It was "El Clasico" - the local derby between Guadalajara's two biggest teams, Atlas and Chivas. I went with Isobel and Oswaldo, one of our Mexican friends who had taken us to Lake Chapala a few weeks ago. <br><br>Estadio Jalisco is a really impressive 70,000 capacity ...

... Walking becomes an engaging, sensual experience...almost like attending a variety of informal-, impromptu performances, exhibitions. My friend Andy and I have been taking a lot of photos of street art in our area of town, so I´ll stick those at the bottom of this post. Stay tuned for an entry on street food (featuring the infamous La Calle Los Tacos) in a week or two. Cheers!<br> <br>

I write this at 3.30am, having just had my sleep interrupted once again. Not by gunshots, sirens, nor even the incessant train horn that deafens us on a daily basis. No, this was something much worse. Normally I can deal with pretty much any insect aside from spiders, but the last few nights have given me some new creatures to worry about...<br><br>It began three nights ago, just as I was about to go to bed. I reached for my washbag, only to sense a sudden movement ...

After an amazing three weeks of travelling we finally arrived back in Guadalajara. The house we're staying in is owned by Alba, a wonderful old Mexican woman who drinks, smokes and swears constantly. It's a huge place full of antique furniture and it even has a bar in the living room. Aside from Alba, Abuela (grandma) and Alba's son Hector, there are two Mexican students, three Americans and one Canadian girl staying here. <br><br>Everyday Alba cooks amazing Mexican cuisine ...

... named "Wing's Army," a bar decked out in olive and camo decor, and last but not least, the famed Calle Los Tacos...more on that later) . Also, weirdly, there are tons of stores selling office furniture. The main avenues here are broad and feature fountain-laden medians that are paved with orange tiles. Most of the streets are lined with oak and palm trees...definitely a beautiful place! <br> The historic district lies on the other end of town, a 20 ...

... girls) they had met the night before so we all hopped back in the car and off we went. This time we listened to a Fabric CD and I took great pleasure telling them all of my fantastic Fabric adventures.<br> The chicas were at another party, a house party. This party was full of international students and was like a smaller version of one of those American house parties you see on TV. <br> After a while, a bigger group than before pilled back in the car to the squat ...

... eggs on the end of the sand and into the sea.  Leatherback turtle mums only give birth every five years so we were pretty lucky to catch them take their first steps.  A lady on the beach told us though that only  1 in a 1000 survive, though there were definate conservation efforts on the beach to help them out. It was Erics last day in Mexico so he wanted nothing but beach and we were willing to oblidge. After hours of boogie boarding ...

... If that isn't enough you are welcome to hang around in their bar for the 2 for 1 margheritas. Warning on choice of day: Friday afternoon is NOT a good time to be heading back into G. The one hour trip took about 3. And this was after a day of drinking tequila... Luckily the bathrooms inside the bus station are 'free' (you pay your 3 pesos just to enter the bus station whether you intend to use the facilities or not!)

... far from confident in my decision. Luckily for me, it didn't take long for my innate "weirdo magnetismo" to take effect and I had soon been well-advised on the logistics of Guadalajara navigation. "Jijean" (my best guess) was around 50, had a sharp white sweater draped rakishly around his neck and had a radio, a very loud radio, hooked to his belt. He was able to explain to me exactly where and when I wanted to get off the bus without once breaking the stride of his seat mambo ...