Jun 30, 2008
May 09, 2009
Other than that, our 5 days in Aguascalientes were spent exploring the city centre (a zocalo, a park...pretty but not wholly unlike the other Mexican cities we'd seen) and searching for replacement shoes after my flipflops finally gave up their valiant struggle. The Feria they have here in April sounds amazing though, the whole city centre is truned into one big street party. Think I'll be back for that!
Despite the lack of sleep the night before in Zacatecas, somehow we managed to stay up until 7am the first night in Aguascalientes. It was the closing weekend of Onssa Bar, the baby of Marisol's schoolfriend and his buddies. They celebrated the end of 3 years of partying by providing their guests with copious bottles of rum, excellent! The next morning our pounding heads were roused from sleep by a mad honking outside. In a four-by-four with deafening music blasting from it's souped up speakers were several of the boys from last night clutching bottles of tequila and bacardi. They drove us a couple of hours out of the city to a dam famous for it's seafood restaurants where we passed the day feasting on gigantic prawns and yet more tequila. It felt strange to be driven around by a yodelling youth swigging rum but drink driving doesn't seem to have the same stigma attached here as it does in the UK. Is it because everywhere is so far away and people are forced to drive due to lack of public transport, or the fact that most taxi drivers (in Mexico City anyway) have the deserved reputation for being knife wielding muggers? Mexicans justify their alcohol fuelled races by saying they still drive carefully, and it's true that amongst the ones I know tales of crashes after a night on the sauce are practically non-existent. Completely the opposite to home where even driving home from the pub after 2 pints is taboo but the odd time people do it, the night can often end in tragedy.