Mexico City Part I

Day 384.

After my initial protesting I was quick to take back my words regarding the night bus after enjoying a great night's sleep. However arriving into the city at 5am meant we needed to find coffee - Vips Diner would be our savour and we spent the next 3 hours milking our refillable coffee and watching this city come alive out of the window.

For our first stint in this city we would be staying with a couch surfer called Mauricio. After deciding 8am was a respectable time to go knocking on someone's door we headed across town to his address. Thankfully the metro here is exactly like London, just much much cheaper (20p to go anywhere in the city in fact), it quickly became our new best freind!

After a quick hello to our fellow Colombian couch surfers we headed out for breakfast - determined to find the local delicacy of Chiliqiules. Not to blow our own horn but if I do say so myself we smashed it, landing what had to be the best breakfast in all of coyoacan.

Mexico City is huge, like really huge so it's a more pick an area for the day and explore kind of place. Our first day would be Coyoacan, the trendy part of town. Still buzzing off the 5 coffees this morning we headed straight for our first walking tour, which we slightly regretted as the guide took the history lesson to the next level.

After a mere 30k steps on day 1 we decided to head back home for dinner and spent the evening chatting spanish (and a little inglés) with the very energetic Colombians and our Mexican host. Safe to say we now have some new friends to visit in Bogota!

Best taco surprise tonight, on route for a naughty little cesears we struck gold with the best pastor tacos to date and indulged accordingly. Safe to say our excitement led to us consuming a little too much spice, the price of which I had to suffer later, note for Ellie green isn't always Guacamole..

Markets here are nothing short of incredible, and we have dedicated hours to them already, and rightly so. I could barely contain my excitement as we explored the artisan market, only exemplified by limbster willingness to let me spend $ - it was an exhilirating 4 hours. The peacefulness of the craft Market however was quickly replaced with the local Sunday flea market nearby, never have we seen such a jungle of chaos in one place before. It seems obligatory for men and women young and old to explore said market with a beer in hand, regardless of the fact its only 11am. Not just any beer either, a 1.2 litre bottle (each!), doused in chilli and finished off with a helping of tomato juice, what more could you want!

But it's not just the markets, the rest of the city is equally entertaining, from the daily and rather mesmerising Aztec rituals that take place every morning in the zocalo, to the wild and slightly drunken Mariachi band performances come night time, we have not had a dull moment so far. Plan to learn a few Mariachi songs and next time we can participate a little more, that plus a few more Mezcals...

After walking tour number two we headed off to hunt out the popular dish named Pozole, which is known for historically being served with human meat, at least a good while ago back in Aztec times, fortunately its now just chicken and we had a great time. Limbster especially so, it's always easy for me to tell depending much she decides to splash around the table.

Not wanting to miss out on the history side of this great city, come Sunday we began to visit the tranch of museums on our to do list. We went Sunday of course because entry is free, a fact limbster knew long before our arrival, doesn't miss a trick. The highlight was the famous Diego Riverias Mural museum, certainly my kind of art, if only they sold printed copies it would be on its way to England with the rest of our goodies.

And like that 4 nights had flown by at our current couch surfers in coyoacan. Spending the last night with Mauricio playing all his favourite Latin america hits for us over a cup of enlgish tea was definitely a great way to end a very hectic four days!

Note, I'm not one to usually humour the street acts but when it's a Zapata duo - who could say no!Read more