Mexico City & MUSA
Trip Start Oct 01, 2012
42Trip End Sep 15, 2013
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Their new depa is amazing! Sadly, some of us weren't feeling 100% (Rosie pretty much died and came back to me on the flight and I was still suffering from the same thing that hit me in October that just refuses to leave me.) So, we spent the first two nights in Chilli's and Italianni's mmm, and enjoyed catching up and reliving all the hilarious moments from Christmas... followed of course by some vino tinto and staying up until the early hours of the morning chatting away.
Our first day was spent in Coyoacan, which is a borough within DF but feels like a world away from the noisy hustle and bustle of the centre. Tranquil, with parks, water fountains and pretty buildings/bars to enjoy, it really felt like we were in a completely different place. We visited the Mercado Artesenal which is the best market I have been to in Mexico as it sells so many things, like zen gardens, art and other random things... rather than just the same old tourist favourites. I bought a beautiful silver bracelet, made up of the aztec calendar, piedra del sol, which is also my bed cover that I bought from Chichen Itza. Afterwards we went to the food hall in the centre to have our first taste of posole, which is a traditional Mexican soup/stew made up of corn soaked in lime/chilli water (what else.) Unfortunately due to my dodgy tummy I wasn't able to appreciate it much...
We spent the Saturday exploring Xochimilco with a boy, that had the face of a man and a knife sticking out of his pocket, directing us all the way to the trajineras (the colourful boats.) Pretty sure they ripped us off big time, but we had bought our beer and were ready to set sail in Mexico's version of punting. So many pretty boats on the river with the occasional boats selling beers, elotes, and boats for the Mariachi men. We were kindly treated to a cancion and we loved it just as much as their lead dancer did.
This week nobody needed conversations in the SAC so our boss gave us the week off, making that 7 weeks of Christmas holiday... with pay! However after no correspondence with my YARP (dissertation/tesis/project) supervisor and missing two deadlines and many emails within 3 months... I received a very, very angry email. Everyone who has graduated had told us not to worry about the deadlines as they don't count towards your final mark anyway, and usually the teachers are cool about it... Anyway, I decided that maybe this week with no work and no plans, I should probably send her something as this is realistically the only free time I'll have. Believe it or not, I've actually made loads of progress on it, It is just all the faff with everything they actually wanted... a proposal, abstract and chapter outlines. What happened to the old Challoner's sneaky geek inside of me, I do not know. RIP.
Incredible. We saw a VW Beetle, models of houses, bombs, random art sculptures, crowds of people, it was surreal, and so SO cool to explore. I don't have pictures of all the scuptulres, but google image it if you're interested, it is pretty incredible.
Another police incident, this time with a good friend having to go to jail for 20-36 hours (depending on what who knows, it is ridiculous) and they told us that we could arrive at 8:30 am and bring food and water. So after 2/3 hours sleep that's what we did because they don't give ANY food or water in their prison and it smells of urine and they hose shower them with cold water :( Just like you would imagine Mexican prisons in a film :( So sad and unbelievable! Argh I hate the police here. See-through bags full of water because they're not allowed bottles. My friend is ok though, and was still smiling as usual so it is all good, but just so frustrating that the police can do that.
After 7 weeks of holiday I thought it'd be an idea to go for a run. It is one of those things where you question whether you should do it, and you know you shouldn't and are going to regret it the next day, but you do it anyway. Note to self: after that long a period, don't be stupid and do a 2 hr+ session the day before a match. I could barely walk during the day, let alone survive the whole game. What made it worse was that there was only 4 of us who could play. We started well, considering they had a bench of 5 to boot, but after half time, when I stopped moving for a bit, my muscles just froze up again, and I could barely run. Never workout hard the day before a match after not having exercised in weeks. Idiot. Ah well, the four of us put a lot of effort in and it was great to be back on the court, we played well, but in the end it was 3 + an invalid in me, against 10, but we played well :) Bring on training!
To end this blog I'll let you in on something my old man asked me yesterday, in all seriousness, over facebook... "are you ok and happy with life?" ..... ummmm..... so to all of you who may have been wondering the same thing (lol)... yes Dad, yes I am :) Lots of love to all x