Mexit Part 2

February - March 2020
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  • Day 1

    364 days on: back in CDMX

    February 5, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

    Almost as soon as returning from Mexico in March last year, I decided to short list it for 2020. It's such a varied country that one could do half a dozen month-long trips without visiting anywhere twice except the capital. And the Ciudad de Mexico (CDMX in shorthand) is fascinating enough to justify many days stay. So same day of the week, same time, different year I board one of the last flights of the evening at Heathrow for the 12-hour trip.

    Having pre-registered for the night of 5th February, I have only an hour to kill before daylight and I'm free to leave Juarez airport (named after the 19th century statesman). I'm back in the respectable, slightly bohemian, Roma quarter. It's a different guest house to last year but in another street named after Mexican cities: Puebla in 2019, Oaxaca in 2020. After I ring the bell, a pair of dark brown eyes scrutinises me from the letter box and satisfied with the view, the owner lets me in. Breakfast is served upstairs, after which I have a well-deserved lie down but have some energy to see the neighbourhood in late afternoon.

    I'm not the best for talking at breakfast but Angel is a friendly host and I'm in no hurry to set out. I've had such a deep sleep that I am completely unaware of the overnight dramas when some derelicts next door made such a din that the police were called out. The coronavirus has yet to reach Mexico but he worries about how Mexico could cope with it. He asks me the usual question---what do I think of Brexit---and I give a hollow laugh.

    A city of 20 million people can be lively in the worst and the best ways. Traffic is often held up by demonstrations (this one is demanding justice for one of the country's indigenous groups). Near my guest house is a huge advertisement for a forthcoming concert by Gloria Trevi, little known outside her country and the USA but with 12 studio albums and a 30-year career to her name. A more traditional style of music, mariachi, is celebrated in a district north of the Zocalo, and statues to them get a regular washing down.

    At lunchtime I head of one of the hundreds of open air stalls. Some people think that street food is risky but I've come round to the argument that if there's a good turnover of customers, it's perfectly healthy. If it's good enough for Rick Stein, it's good enough for me. 3 enchiladas later, I'm ready for the afternoon and so are the street cleaners in their colourful uniforms.
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  • Day 3

    When in Roma......

    February 7, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    The district where I am staying, Roma, is as quiet and leafy as it gets in Mexico's capital. There is a refreshing number of shady, intimate plazas. Like everywhere else in the world, people catch up with life on their phones even if it means ignoring the stony stare of the statuary. Building of this neighbourhood started around 1900 and there are some fantastic examples of the period, maybe blending traditional Mexican styles with the contemporary, or going for full-blown art nouveau.Read more

  • Day 4

    Queretaro: another Santiago

    February 8, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    It's time to go up country. Having bought my onward bus ticket yesterday, I'm back at the vast Terminal Norte. Without a passenger train network, people without cars get around by long-distance bus. Mexico City has 4 main terminals and this one boasts over 100. What takes some working out is there are up to 10 bus companies and since not all of them publish the time-table unless they have an on-line service, they require one to go to each office to find a suitable departure. But the vehicles themselves are magnificent; this one is double decker with reclining seats much better than those on an aircraft (Economy class anyway) and when I'm checking in at the ticket office, the girl writes the vehicle number on the ticket. 7023---he's 70, she's 23!

    It's just a 3-hour journey north-west to Santiago de Queretaro. It's a sizeable city of around a million people and having been a silver mining city in the 17th and 18th centuries, it boasts a beautiful historic core. Some would argue that like other Colonial cities, it was built on the misery of thousands of people who were exploited by the colonising Spanish forces but one can't deny the beauty of what survives today. Some examples are shown here---plus some Sunday afternoon entertainment and how I found sustenance. The breakfast picture shows the almost addictive huevos rancheros, the plate set on a free street map of the city.

    It should be added that I write this over a month after the event and while the coronavirus pandemic was being widely reported from China, it was in its infancy in many other countries and was yet to break out in Mexico. Things are very different now to the carefree days of early February.
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  • Day 6

    The hanging gardens of Guanajuato

    February 10, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Monday sees me on the road again and 4 hours out of Queretaro and through a series of tunnels, I arrive in Guanajuato. This is many people's favourite in Mexico and my first good sighting is the small front patio to my guest house. The fountain is dry but the plants are not. The guest house lies off the super little Plaza Baratillo, one of several in the city carrying on their parallel lives. This one features another fountain, a flower stall, a stationery shop, a traditional fast food stand and a Chinese takeaway!

    Guanajuato is another former mining city but being on steep hills (hence the tunnels) its layout is more like the traditional Moorish type with no straight lines that is seen in Spanish cities. It offers all manner of interesting perspectives with steps and hills everywhere. The longest flight is a rumbling funicular which offers a fantastic view of the whole city.

    The final picture shows flags in the Callejon del Beso (Street of the Kiss), so narrow that it's said to be possible for people to lean across from opposite windows and get intimate.
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  • Day 10

    San Valentin in the north

    February 14, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    In the 10 or so days since my last posting and trying not to state the obvious, the global situation has changed out of recognition. Much of the world has shut down as coronavirus cases rise by the day and there is a huge anxiety everywhere about what will happen next. "The past is a another country; they do things differently there" is never more appropriate than now, 6 weeks on from when I was in northern Mexico. So these posts are very much on the "that was then, this is now" basis. The virus broke out in Mexico some weeks ago but as I write this, the country doesn't list on the Top 20 of the world's worst hit places. I wish the people well and am thankful to have completed this trip without incident.

    So, back to mid-February, I've reached the small town of El Fuerte via a 4 hour bus from Guanajuato, an overnight bus from Guadalajara and a minibus from Los Mochis. The latter is the rail head to the famed Copper Canyon (Barranca del Cobre) but is not recommended as somewhere to stay and indeed, El Fuerte, a small historic town of about 15,000 people, is much nicer. I am there more in hope than expectation of getting on the train. Its website says that tickets should be booked up to 4 months in advance but helpfully doesn't say how to do it. I meet a couple who have managed to find a travel site that does this but I meet one person who tried to get on at El Fuerte station but was turned away.

    There are consolations: kids have a road train to ferry them around town. I join an excursion to an indigenous village where they show us traditional dances and how to make tortillas. There's also a charity long-distance run the next morning and people pose for the prize giving.

    I miss a lot of the fine natural scenery but heading down to the river, I come across the uplifting sight of dozens of weekenders chewing the rag with a little help from music and beers. It seems they hire local bands to play personally for them; it's called "norteno" music and even a twosome can sing in excellent harmony. If our British climate was better, I could just imagine how fun this would be to pass a warm afternoon with friends.
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  • Day 13

    Carless in San Carlos

    February 17, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Heading further north in search of desert scenery, I return to Los Mochis, get a 6-hour bus to Guaymas and from there a taxi to San Carlos about 10 miles up the road. It's billed as a coastal resort but the beaches in the immediate area don't look up to much.
    The overcast weather hardly justifies a taxi ride to the more distant places and most people get around by car anyway.

    Still, there are things to appreciate, including several candidates for the "name 10 depressing things about this picture" award. However the lady in the 4th image is anything but: she sells Talavera pottery and asks me modestly why I would want to take her photo. I reply lamely that it's always good to have a human element in a picture but the camera doesn't work very well anyway.

    Finally the weather clears and I hike around looking at perhaps the main reasons for my coming here: cacti! The cardon that grows here is one of several species that thrive from Mexico to Argentina and what fascinates me is that such giant beasts can flourish in such an arid landscape. These ones are ubiquitous in this state of Sonora and in Baja California. Bring them on!
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  • Day 16

    Amerimexicana

    February 20, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    The short journey to Guaymas is a 20-minute bus ride to the Holiday Inn. A slight fish- out-of-water feeling as I normally prefer family-run guest houses but decent accommodation in Guaymas is scarce and the H.I turns out to be very nice. The staff sort out a Wifi problem; technical matters on the phone in Spanish are not my strong point but they are very helpful and patient.

    Guaymas, while not a Colonial city, was founded long enough ago (1880s) to suggest a historical heritage but almost everything has been swept away in the 21st century tide. There seem to be no restaurants serving traditional food so I make do with an international fast-food chain which actually serves quite a nice Mexican version of the usual burger and fries fare.

    But the reason for my being in Guaymas is the annual pre-Lent Carnival, one of the largest in these parts. It gives an opportunity not only for people to air their grievances but to let it all hang out. Literally in one case: the event typically kicks off with the symbolic hanging of a national hate figure. The costumes are inventive and exotic; the floats are impressive but I prefer the less formal portraits of revellers getting ready for the show or taking a break. The youngest generation get into the party spirit too.
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  • Day 19

    Mazatlan: Jack Kerouac was here

    February 23, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Writing this on 27th March, I note that virus cases in Mexico are rising sharply and wonder if the measures being taken will be sufficient to halt the scourge. Today there is a protest at the Arizona-Sonora state border trying to stop people getting INTO Mexico. Did anyone expect this consequence of the Beautiful Wall?

    Anyway, back across the divide, I have arrived in Mazatlan after an overnight bus. Before checking in at my apartment, I sample tacos with mushy beans at a simple but friendly al fresco stall. Mazatlan is a popular stop on the way from the USA to Mexico City; it has a lively expat community but long before this was established, Jack Kerouac stayed here in the 1950s. It's a lively fishing and shopping city as well; Liverpool is an important department store chain founded when the Mersey Sound was at its peak.

    Not to be overlooked is that mainstay of all Mexican cities, the municipal market. The musician, while his back-up music is all recorded from the box, is an impressive tenor.
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  • Day 21

    !Carnaval!

    February 25, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Mazatlan's Carnival is one of the largest in the country. There has been a parade on the Sunday before Lent and the finale on Shrove Tuesday stretches along the sea front for 5 miles. This year the theme is every one of the 20 Latin American countries, all the way to Argentina. Rather than take many photos of the floats, impressive as they are, I focus on individuals or groups taking a break before the procession proper starts. The girl in green represents Brazil and the red girl, Cuba (complete with baseballs). The brass bands back up the floats or perform for small parties.

    On Ash Wednesday all that remains is confetti on the paving stones. And had the start of Lent been later in the calendar, there would have been no Carnival at all.
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  • Day 23

    Barra: another carnival

    February 27, 2020 in Mexico ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Continuing south-east along the Pacific, I arrive via another overnight in Barra de Navidad. In the 16th century it was the starting point of a Spanish expedition to the Philippines. In the 21st century it's a small beach town about the size of Mazunte, the Pacific resort where I stayed last year. It's popular with overseas visitors but the character is very different: while in Mazunte the beads 'n braids count was in the hundreds, Barra attracts North American retirees both short- and long-term. It's nice not to feel a fish out of water.

    Barra is quite musical as well: after an afternoon siesta, from nearby I hear a female singer belting out James Brown's "I feel good, I got you". And one evening the lilt of a blues harmonica drifts in from a restaurant and tempted by this siren blow, I enjoy classic sounds ranging from Jimmy Reid to Taj Mahal. But not everything is English: the bridge from blues to salsa is crossed by another singer playing "Oye como va", which first fell on northern ears thanks to Carlos Santana---who of course comes from Mexico.
    And there's more music with the carnival, sensibly planned a week after the major ones.

    Back at my friendly guest house, conversations turn from the B word (Brexit) to the possible worldwide legalisation of marijuana (another Mexican word, of course). But how distant these subjects these seem now, with the first reported coronavirus cases in Mexico on the last day of February.
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