Reyna Soledad Zacatecas

... on Thurs, so I was dragged away from uploading my photos to down a few, with tequilla shots, to get it all going - nice crowd of people - they went on to a bar after but I ducked out. We agreed to meet the next night to go to the famous local disco down the disused mine - had to take the pit train to get there & all the waiters wore helmets, but otherwise was just a regular disco except bleeding freezing - had to dance to keep warm! Sat I finally get a proper look around ...

... bag (two down!) He threw up the rest of the night and had the runs aswell. In the morning Antonio gave me a recipe for a dodgey stomach.... Mesquite Bark and Spearmint which he got for us and I made a tea. Haley wasn't feeling too good either so she had some aswell. We decided not to travel in this state so Haley laid down for a rest while I climbed the nearest big hill. I managed to walk/crawl through the thickest bit of scrub in the area. In ...

... streetlights and Christmas decorations. Walking to the southwest part of the "centro" we came upon the majestic Jardin Enrique Estrada with its multi-colored fountains whose waters danced to the sound of beautiful modern music. It is truly a place to linger and take in the visual and sonar delights of this interesting park. It is a site which provides the photographic background for many local "Quince Años" ceremonies which ...

... of our arrival we were in awe of this city. We thought it might be interesting to write down the various phrases that were our first reaction to Zacatecas. I know we get enthusiastic about scenery and there might be a bit of hyperbole but here goes: - when was the last time we were in a town like this? - jaw dropping - this is place is gorgeous - pretty - classy place - amazing Our hotel lay at 8038 feet above sea level from which we had to descend to ...

Ive never done so many drugs in my life. We spent a few days in a mountain town called Creel which sits at the top of Mexico´s largest canyon, Barranca del Cobre, and decided to go on a trip to the bottom of the canyon where there was a small town called Batopilas, the appeal of which involved seeing the climate change from the cooler tops of the pine forests above the mountains to the subtropical ...

... and it shows in the intricate stone carvings on the main Cathedral in the center of the historic district (where we stayed). We visited more temples and churches than I can remember... We also took a tour of an old mine called El Eden. I´ll let the pictures do the talking. There are also plenty of museums in Zacatecas. We went to two of them, one of which was originally a monestary or church, then it was turned into a prison, and ...

... morning. That afternoon my dad and I took our bike over to another hotel owned by an increadibly nice man named Manuel. I'd been tipped off by someone on the internet that Manuel owned the same bike as I do and that he could be of great help to a motorcyclist in need. He was all of that and more. He let me use the lobby of his hotel to do the repairs to my bike and helped out with tools and a large ...

... of tubas - filled the arena. Never before had I been so appreciative of Mexico's favourite genre. After a long wait a group of bull riders strode out and formed a line across the centre of the ring. There were eight in total - a motley selection of fresh-faced youths and meaner looking veterans. They sported blue denim with flared leather chaps as leg coverings. In the all-important headwear department black and white were level at four apiece. At each end of the line ...

... need of replacement tanks of propane for cooking and heating. When a customer was found, the tank, as tall as he was, was hoisted on his shoulder and carried up the hills and steps, and probably more steps to the roof, to make the delivery. So much very hard labor to be done in Mexico. There are many pleasant places in Guanajuato, and the colors of the houses are even more vibrant and varied than is San ...

... corner'. We followed Luis up flights of steps and through back streets deserted save for roaming dogs. Just when I was wondering how to deal with the coming ambush Luis stopped by a rusty iron gate and produced a key. Behind the gate, a door led into a long room, at the end of which was the hatch of an oven in which bread was baking. Beside a medal table piled high with scones, sat a young man, one of Luis's relatives. He looked too exhausted to be bemused at the ...