The biggest city in the world, Fact. and it was big. real big. real big and real dangerous. Especially for a stupid Englishman like me, that only speaks the queens English and about 4 words in french. Luckily i landed on my feet again and managed to find a really nice hostel in a really safe suburb. After fumbling my way though a couple of days of sightseeing on the metro (the tube, except 100 times more dangerous), the lads in the hostel that luckily spoke English helped me book a flight to the first place in my guide book in Mexico that was well set up to teach ``gringo`s`` Spanish... San Cristobal, Chiapas. The lads didn't actually tell me that i landed in a place nowhere near San Cristobal and that in fact i needed to get a bus for an hour to get there. (well, at least i was nearly there!)
Again somehow i landed on my feet and met a doctor at the airport that offered to translate and share a taxi with me to SC. If it wasn't clear to me before, it was now... Central America is no place for someone that doesn't speak Spanish.
Mexico city was cool though and the closest thing i go to trouble was a tramp trying to fight me for a cigarette in the middle of the Zocolo. (the Trafalgar square of Mexico DF) But a swift bold British ``fuck off`` was all it needed to defuse the situation. No wonder it was so easy to build the british empire!!!
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