Im still here!

but now we are in Guatemala. We both started Spanish school on Monday in Antigua so we are pretty much slammed from 6:00am till evening. We both have a lot of content to post regarding our rather arduous entry into Guatemala, but we really have no time to get it together. So, hang tight, bra.

Randomness from San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico

Take Your Mexican Medicine.

Megan and I caught a bit of a nasty cough, and a nasty cough needs a nasty ass cough syrup.

Oaxaca to Chiapas, from the bus.

Some pictures from the bus, early in the morning, after about 9 hours on the bus. It was up and down, side to side, all night long, for 12 hours total. Like a ship on a rough sea.

Meat Market. Oaxaca, Mexico.

We had just returned to Oaxaca city from Monte Albán, and we were starving. We were also exhausted and did not feel like searching for a good place to eat. So we decided to, like lazy bastards, go to Burger King. This would be our first foray into fast food while here in Mexico, except for that time or three when we hit KFC. On the way to BK, we walked past this crazy meat market, and decided to eat lunch here instead. It cost us about $7.00 USD for a full lunch with lots of meat.

Waiting.

Waiting for a bus in Oaxaca, Mexico.

On the Street In Oaxaca City.

Punch Bugs

Dude, there is an endless supply of Volkswagens in Mexico. These images are from a 10 minute walk to the store in Oaxaca City.

Don't be a dick, you jerk!

Today I was walking around Oaxaca and I spotted a crowd down a small market street. I checked it out and found a photographer shooting an advertising job for a luggage company. He was yelling at people, physically grabbing kids and moving them, saying the F word, acting like a real jerk. I reckon he was stressed since the owner of the company was also on location, he is the guy with the video camera, and perhaps he was just doing the best he could with what he had. It was a super busy public street, right in the middle of the main market, and there was a pretty big crowd watching. The public was behaving very well. The photographer would just grab people from the crowd and place them where he wanted them, then bark at them if they moved. Some poor gringo tourist rode into the frame on his bicycle, and the photographer went nuts on him. Remember, this is a public street, and a gathered crowd is a curiosity to all. So, yeah, watching this guy with his big Rolex, large gold pendant necklace, Contax 645 camera, and deep pocketed advertising client made me remember, don't be a dick with a camera while you are a visitor in another country.

You are not the boss of me.

I'm Just a Tourist.

A visit to the ruins at Teotihuacán just outside Mexico City. It was a really good day. Sometimes it feels really nice to just be another gawker amongst gawkers.

The best tacos in Mexico*

So there is this street cart in the Centro Historical district in Mexico City that has the best tacos we have had so far. It is located at Isabel de Catolica and Rep. de Uruguay, and you can spot it because there is a mob of people, and it has a bright orange tarp covering it. The trick is they use blue corn for the tortillas, and all the ingredients are super fresh. We have been there three days in a row for lunch. It is run by a family, and they are very nice.

*opinion.

Nike 10k, Mexico City.

I think he did the whole thing with the ball balanced on his head...

Night on Av. Cinco de Mayo.

Mexico City Metro

What´s Up Perro?

One of the many dogs of Mexico City.

Dia De Los Muertes

Plato Libanes, in Mexico City.

Welcome to Mexico City, pick a pocket, any pocket!

We arrived in Mexico City at 6:00am after riding an all night bus from Guadalajara. From the bus station we took the Metro. The Metro was very easy to figure out, and it was also very cheap. I reckon we were in the thick of rush hour commuter traffic because the trains were very crowded. At one stop lots people crammed into our car and everybody was pushing. I was pressed up against a wall of bodies when I suddenly felt a certain sesnsation near my right cargo pant pocket. Now this is the pocket that is just above my knee, and it is fastened by two buttons, so I have been keeping my very slim wallet there thinking no way will anybody even try a two button lower pocket. Well forget about it, the sensation was some joker who had already gotten both buttons undone and was about to lift my wallet, his whole hand was in my pocket while his back was facing me. He was almost good enough to get the job done, but not quite, I busted him cold. I stepped back, grabbed my pocket, and laid into him with a hard shove knocking him into his neighbors. I then began to tell him all sorts of nice 6:00am pleasantries. He looked at me and said with a half smile on his face "no intiendo", meaning "I do not understand". I assured him that we both understood, and to stay away from me. He got off very quickly at the next stop, nobody on the packed train even seemed to notice the disturbance. Business as usual in the worlds largest city.