I landed in Mexico City after a long 11-hour flight from Vancouver. Why is it that my flight from Guangzhou, China to Vancouver, Canada is half the time needed as compared to my Vancouver-CDMX flight? The world map is not accurate in its scale, I suppose.
My itinerary was pretty simple this time – 2 weeks, it wasn’t much. (2 weeks now in an office job is great though!!)
Mexico City, Guanajuato, Oaxaca. I initially planned for Merida and Cancun as well, but decided to spend more time in Oaxaca. No regrets! I felt all was great.
i’m feeling so sleepy – but i really would like to try to jot down my thoughts before more time passes me by.
after my conversation with Emilio today, I felt like i was surprised at how much I knew about El Chapo than before already – when i noticed that what he was sharing with me were things i somehow already knew.
going back to my first night – i stayed over at a fancy hotel in GuangZhou, thanks to the free layover accomodation provided by China Southern airlines. Despite all my previous apprehension, almost all my doubts have disappeared! CSair might just be the way to go for such long flights lol!
There I was, all ready to camp overnight at the airport with the most expensive flight tickets I’ve ever bought in my life, and imagine that happiness when I was told that the airport was going to arrange transport and hotel for me. I could pick from a list of hotels too, many looking grand and much unlike the backpackers-style-accom that I am, fortunately or not, still used to. What can I say? Trade-offs in life. If i travelled with such a style of luxury, I would probably be travelling a lot less frequently.
I think that might be me in the near future with the limited opportunities CRIES.
Still, it’s not even about that though. I just enjoy CSing too much.
Just the other day, i was just thinking about the hosts that’ve changed my life in ways they probably wouldnt know or realise. Life-loving individuals who inspire be to seize! cherish! hope!
i was actually very scared being in the hotel alone and i washed my hair hurriedly and quickly crawled to bed with the TV on. honestly i would rather be in a dorm or couchsurfing host than to be in a hotel alone. or in particular this sort of chinese-ish hotel…
solo para mujeres
in the metro on my first night, where i wanted to eat tacos because! i was so excited! I was so happy to be surrounded by Spanish again. as i walked around the bus station asking for directions, buying my tickets, i thought to myself – i could do this, live here… i think. for a while. like half a year, i could.
my landing. into this chaotic city – or so my geographical imagination told me.
cdmx. what an edgy name, suitable for the city-reimaging scheme they were looking at. also, love these water coolers at the metro!
Xochimilco. I loved the sound of this word. Darinka brought me here. We took a long bus ride, and when we arrived, the place was rather empty. it was low season, i think. i had no interest in taking the touristy boat anyway, but i thought i’d visit for the colourful scene. it was o-kay – quite like what i saw in the videos/pictures.
sometimes i have these places where i kind of know what it’s like, but still want to go, knowing that after i go, i’d be unsurprised, hence questioning – do i really want to go? then again, i had no strong desire for alternatives, so i suppose having seen this place for myself, i do feel good about it.
frida kahlo – so easy to spot her in so many corners of the city.
mmm. that bluecorn tortilla. the warmth of tortilla in the cold, i love.
i was so fascinated with the pinatas that i saw around me. i loved it so much, it actually makes me so excited to see them everytime i walked into a market and spotted this section. there’s so many incredible designs out there, and the idea of a delighted child smashing its belly open, waiting for the candies to fall out – it makes me feel like a kid again, wanting to attend a party to smash my own pinata. i guess that’s one thing i could have – but didnt manage to do – in Mexico, attend a party and smash a pinata. awwwww!
cactus fruit on the right. worst fruit ever. oh my gawd cant get used to that cucumber taste.
cute spongebob pinataaaaaa
hello kind lady who agreed to let me take a picture of her
more market food
even the candy shop was interesting
this is a… candy. i think it’s a hawthorn candy. i googled – it seems right! it was sour-ish and also a little spicy. this brings back the memory of my surprise when i first found out that Mexicans sometimes eat their fruits with chilli powder/ chilli flakes. i was stunned!
i love these. taco sweets. so much love. love that cultural reference.
Random horse on the streets – the hats!
frida y dietro
in their park – of course a photo
at this park, a group of women were dancing. i stood there for awhile, watching them move in the shade.
so lovely to think that she once stood at this spot where i was. fleeting time.
dia de los muertos?
frida frida everywhere
love the art pieces hanging here.
the queue to frida kahlo museum / house. i would advise everyone else to reserve their tickets beforehand. this was probably one of the highlights of the trip for me 😀
chapulines! i actually couldnt bring myself to try one of this size, i really really couldnt. i really wanted to step out of my comfort zone, but i just couldnt do it for this size. i did for the smaller ones though – small enough to taste like… a tiny crisp.
a corner of the street
what an interesting exhibit – such an open culture? no more violence against men and women homosexuals.
My wonderful CDMX hosts. Only Darlinka could speak English, and she knew I wanted to practice my Spanish so we spoke mostly in Spanish, and she helped to translate occasionally.
Such a gathering, such a crowd is unthinkable now.
I appreciate the women-only zones. I generally felt more secure surrounded by women.
I grew complacent though, after getting used to taking the metro. I started entering mixed cabins and thought it was fine, so i continued to do that. on my last day, a man caressed my butt! in the mixed cabin. I was furious but he gave me a “what?” shrug like he didn’t do anything, and i didn’t yell or call him out either, being alone in Mexico. I’m not sure if I’d do anything if I’m brought back to that time, to be honest; i do feel pretty powerless (and maybe i’m also perpetuating it).
That incident really sunk in then, on why there’s this women-only cabin, and how important it is. I was pretty affected by that incident and made sure I went on only women-only cabins after.
I haven’t been using much of my camera (DSLR), mostly snapping from my phone. I’m not sure why – maybe it’s because it’s latin america (safety), maybe there’s not much fancy stuff that I find that worthy to use my camera. I feel that’s a little different from my past trips though.
The night I landed in CDMX, I took the metro to the central bus terminal (Terminal del Norte). It was easy. I was surrounded by Spanish again and I thought, elated, I could do this for a few months actually. Sadly I am on the path with limited time. I could improve so much here.
Even though it’s only been less than a week, I feel like my listening has improved tremendously. I’ve had full-fledged Spanish conversations that squeezed my brains, but left me satisfied. I’ve learnt some words and phrases to remember, like sequestros (ha ha, not the best thing to learn), soy afortunada, y tengo muchas suerte. difference between amigable, amable y simpatica. quiero mejorar mas!
One thing I found interesting was the place-rebranding of CDMX. It’s actually implemented only a few years ago, and it faced some backlash with people still referring to the DF (district federal). I do like the idea though, CDMX has a distinctive and edgy feel to it – though non-Spanish speakers may not know ciuded de (city of) – and the kind of edgy artsy mysterious exciting (?) chaotic(?) experiences that lie within the city is conveyed.