¡Hola, todos!
Before I write anything else- I´m typing on a Spanish keyboard, which is all weird, so I´ll probably misspell words and skip punctuation occasionally. Relax- I´m not losing my nitpickiness when it comes to those things, just typing oddly. I just love how you have to hold down INS, ALT and 2 to get the @ symbol.
All right, on the the journal.
My plane left Sea-Tac at 7:40 PM, so I got to fly all night- lucky me. I transferred planes in LA and there met my travelling partner, Eileen, fresh from Alaska. (Aside: The names are confusing to me, too. Probably especially to me. No, I´m not travellig with Eileen Breseman, but with Eileen Follett, who is 22 and Alaskan. In the future, I shall refer to Eileen Breseman as Mumsy, because a) that is a hilarious thing to call someone, in my opinion, and b) it may help avoid confusion.) We boarded our plane to Mexico City, whch didn´t take off until 11.00 or 12 or something.
It was a great plane ride (sarcasm, sarcasm), The pilot flew to Mexico City (heretoforwrd referred to as DF- it´s like calling Waschington, Distric of Columbia DC) and idled there until he was about out of fuel, then fle us to Acapulco, explaining over the intercom that the DF INternational Airport was closed because of the two runways, 1 was under construction, and on the other, another plane had forgotten to use landing gear, and so had crashed. The air around DF was crowded with airplanes, so we stpped in Acapulco around 5AM to refuel and wait for air traffic to clear. We were not allowed to gt off the plane, so we all jus wated. Around 8 AM, we finally landed in DF, and were met by Dan, who lives in Oaxaca or Alaska (it varies). We found a hotel, showered, and slept, to try to make up for jet lag. Time here, btw is Central, so 2 hrs later than Pacific. Then we arose and wadered the city, Dan as our guide. We saw El Museo de Atroplogía, uting it short and rushing through to get out in ust 2 hours (it is a REALLY BiG museum). The primary mode of trael here is El Metro and Los Peseros (little green buses).
Viernes, 7-7-06
We got up at 5:30 in order to miss the weekday crowds of the metro and arrived in el Centro Norte de Autobuses. We go tickets for Teotihuacán and enjoyed the morning there, nearly with the place to ourselves. It is not as hot here as it might have been, since it is the rainy season. It is not, fortuatley, raining, but it is cloudy.Later, we visited El Zócalo (the central area of a city, in DF it´s huge with an ENOrmous flag) and surrounding sights, including El Palacio Nacional, covered with muralsby Diego Rivera, el Catedrál, which had saffolding up so people could clean the pantings and goldwork,
Tomamos una siesta enel hotle, then went back out again and saw Garibaldi square, which, though in a not-so-nice part of town is an interesting sight because it is literally packed with ariachi bands for hire. I don´t like mariachi, myself, but this was amazing by sheer multitudes. We returned to el Zócalo, where there were people protesting the recent vote and calling for a recount, and then stopped into a café. While we were there, a ¨band¨started to play. What they lacked musically was ade uop for by volume. That is to say, we had to leavebefore our eardrums broke.
Sábado, 7-8-06
We slept in a bit, then hauled our bags up to Terinal Norte and checked them for the day. Then we headedall the was south of the city on the Metro, discovering on the way the longest transfer yet. We were all glad we weren´t carrying our bags for that one. At the end of the southernmost stop, we boarded a light rail and took it to its last stop, Xochmilco. Xochmilco is a prime tourist attraction, with fatboats to rent with men to pole them along the lake. It was overpricd and very touristy, but still worth doing, for all the beautiful boats and the novelty of mariachis and vendors in their own boats trying to sell stuff. the novelty was the boats, not the selling. After a light rail ride back north,we poked around the artisan market in Tasqueña until it was time to return to the bus station. We picked up our bags and boarded the bus for Comitán, Chiapas.
Domingo, 7-9-06
The bus ride lasted through 10:30 or 11 this morning. When it was done, María, our hostess picked us up from the station and drove us to our house. Noticably, no one uses seatbelts here. She drove us to her house, and we met Tanya, her ¿17? year old daughter and her slightly older son, whosename I cançt remeber, as well as la abelita, whose name aso escapes me. We were treated to shower, meal, room, and, now, internet.
More logs later.
PS: How as Pirates of the Carribean 2 and who won Wrld Cup?
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