Amigas or Commodore 64s?

Trip Start Apr 29, 2006
Trip End Ongoing

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Saturday, December 30, 2006

The specifics of how I ended up dancing on a podium in a gay club with my shirt off are somewhat of a blur.  A following day post-mortem of events revealed that the word 'dare' or challenge' may have been used.  'Of the devil of the death from hell' even.  By a curly-haired Jewish-Australian chick.  There comes a point in the evening when the prospect of 'free drinks for the rest of the year' sounds like an offer too good to refuse.  That point in the evening often coincides with the point at which you forget that there's only 2 nights left.  The further specifics of what happened once pon the podium are a further blur - memories hidden deep in the darkest crevices of my mind.  Suffice to say that I have now empathise significantly with female passengers on the Tokyo metro system...
Chapter II:  Too many in-jokes already
'I can say un, dos, tres, quattro cinco cinco seis' says Mel.  'It's from Pretty Fly for a White Guy.'
'And how do you say "Can I have a beer"?'.  Hannah. 
Lounging on absorbing couches, below fanning umbrellas in Mexico City's ritzy Polanco, the essential of Spanish are quickly learned.  The arrival of hannah and mel from the height of the Perth summer for what can only be called 'The Mexico and Cuba trip of the devil of the death' is an exciting prospect.  After near solo South American travels, there's something unspeakable comforting about hanging out with really close friends - the kind where absolutely nothing changes.  Travelling with gringo chicks, however, is a different proposition to travelling as a solo asian looking dude.  When travelling alone, despite my dastardly good looks, you are not so bombarded with a barrage of 'I love you's from Mexican dudes - random Mexican gay clubs aside of course - as when wandering with a couple of gringo chicks - such hollers on the street as common as a 'Konichiwa' in a Moroccan market.  Unfortunately for the locals, mel and hannah seem far more enamoured with the tacos off the street.  'Ooh - what's that.  Let's eat that'...  Do it...
Chapter III:  Mexican Ancient Ruin - 1 of 14
Perth needs an ancient wall.  Perhaps an ancient temple.  And another ancient striker for the Perth Glory Soccer Club - it only has 2.  What Perth doesn't need is an ancient pyramid.  Why?  Coz they're fucking hard to climb.  Steep, slippery and ridiculously busy - 4 Mexicans to each step at last count.  It would also be a bitch to build...  The ancient Aztec complex of Teotihicuan, indeed, looks like it would have been a bitch to build.  Woe to be an Aztec pyramid builder.  Two massive pyramids tower over the complex - one of them the 3rd biggest in the world - requiring millions and millions of tons of stone; surrounded by hundreds of other buildings.  And the fools didn't even know about the wheel.  Fools.  I pity the fool...  But as you stand at the top of the Pyramid of the Sun, 75 metres above the sea of tourists, looking down on teh impresive, expansive lines of ruins below, you also feel immense admiration for the sophistication and dedication of a people living 2000 years before us.  Pyramids?  Decent.  Ancient ruins?  More to come.  No 1 of 14 on the itinerary: tick...
Mexico City has been full of excitement - a constant traffic jam of museums, murals and markets; smells splended and sordid - a city with everything you would expect from an enormous megatropolis - not necessarily never at sleep, but incredibly crazy when awake.  Now - I'm going to get a taco...
But first, to the Top 5.  Mexican food?  Decent.  But let's be honest - it all tastes kind of the same.  Mas o meno.  And it doesn't take you long to work out why.  You wanna know why?  Because they put salsa on everything.  Fucking everything.  No - not just the tacos, fajitas and other meat wrap variants.  We are talking all of it...  And not just normal 'sauce' salsa.  Spicy salsa.  Like in the Old El Paso jars label 'Extra Hot'.  To the extent that, as someone not accustomed to the practice at all, you just have to step back and say 'Oh fuck off - you're joking me.'  Here are the top 5 items that had me doing so:
5.  Popcorn
4.  Melon
3.  Lollies - like chupa chups.  With a little salsa tube inside.
2.  Ice cream
1.  Coffee
Oaxaca it up...  Vamos.
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