Confused by 20mil dudes in DF & travelling alone.

Heeey there

Let me tell you one thing: Mexico City is incredibly big and 20 million people in one place are just too much. Well, these were actually 2 things but never mind…

We spent a fun Christmas in Zihuatanejo. Last time i wrote we were just about to go out for our long awaited supremely-exotic Sushi Christmas dinner. Hehe…. Well, we got dressed up like hell with the best garments our backpacks yielded and looked hot and fancy of course when we hit the streets. And what for? Just to find out that every single one of the 3 sushi places were closed due to Christmas. D’OH!

So we did what all good partypeople would do: We walked into the next cheapest taqueria and ordered three tacos of every kind PLUS quesadillas. We ended up with something like 24 or 27 tacos and eat our way all through them xD probably the strangest and funniest christmas dinner I ever had. I also got my presents there: a comb for my long golden hair, a pair of bi-focal prescription glasses just in case I loose mine again and a huge and very neat mexican cooking-book. Yay! Thanks to Caro and Veronika again *hug*

After that we went back to the hotel just to get a quick shot of mezcal before going out. While Veronika sang and played “Wonderwall” on the guitar (I even joined her with the singing) Caro passed out totally exhausted on her bed, so we decided to postpone the partying and just settle fir a few sips of mezcal.

The next day we also spent on the beach before catching the bus to the infamous Mexico City at night (the ‘DF’ for short). BAAAAM, that city really blows your mind, if you’re not very used to places with 20 million inhabitants or more. Especially during this time of vacation the streets are just bursting with small, frantic mexicans. You see every kind of people here within 20 minutes: from crackheads to normal homeless people and beggars, artists, musicians to high society folks and super-rich buttheads.

We were virtually unable to cope with all the information and do anything useful, so we decided to just chill the whole day. And at night came the long and tearful goobye to Veronika, her plane left midnight. We went to a bar to have a beer and suddenly the two girls wereholding eachother, weeping and sobbing, without any warning for me. It was quite touching, I had to hold back a few tears aswell… I actually expected this to happen because the girls spent every day of the past 2.5 months or so together, so they grew really fond of eachother. For some reason there was very sad and emotional music playing in that bar, which didn’t help the situation at all. So I had to ask the bartender to change this for something happier and more consoling :-D

After a last hug and seeing Veronika taking off in a Taxi, Caro and me decided to get totally wasted. And yes, we did a good job on that xD I dont remember everything of that night, but i seem to have bothered the poor, overworked and therefore very humor-free frontdesk clerk a lot. For instance I left a message for my good Columbian friend Oscar Mendez (of course he is inexistant) and told him that he was due to arrive the next day because hed had some ‘trouble’ and was looking for a place to hide from the cops xD I also asked him to deal with this delicate situation very gently.

The next day we got up with a unprecedented hangover and for some stupid reason we decided to visit the nearby aztec-ruins of Toyota-something (forgot the name…). It turned out to be a great waste of time and money but we had a good time making fun of the other german-speaking tourists wo were also wasting their time there. Later that day I did…noting probably, my memory is a bit blurred. Caro was busy because Adrian from Oaxaca came to DF to spend the last few days with her.

The next day early in the morning i got ripped out of sweet dreams by someone banging on my door. It turned out to be my good ol’ mezcal-drinking-buddy Paco, hooooray! He has spent christmas with his girl Julia in Oaxaca and came up to DF to catch his friend Sandro who came flying in yesterday from Switzerland. That day we went to the ‘Papalote’ which is a museum for children here in DF. It basically a GIANT kinderarden, but it’s fun. The motto of that place is “Not touching prohibited”.

Well and today was the Big Goodbye then. Paco and Sandro headed for Puerto Escondido again (to spend new year at the amazing Laguna Chacahua, with Julia of course). And Caro left for the airport a few hours ago, she should be high up in the air by now. Of course it sucked to say goodbye to them, because they were the last people i knew from the beginning in Oaxaca. So now is the first moment in 3.5 months i’m all by myself and i’m definitely not going to meet anyone from Oaxaca again… (on this trip i mean, of course i’m going to meet them in europe!). Feels pretty weird, they always were like the the ones I can return to and rely on from everywhere. Well, you could say they were like a family. Okay, now its getting corny, i know. But damn, it’s true!

So tomorrow I am heading to Queretaro and the day after to Zacatecas to celebrate new year there. I don’t quite know right now if i’m any good for travelling alone, but i’m curious to find out. It’s like a challenge to hit the road alone after 3.5 months of security with the oaxaca connection… And after all it’s just two weeks, because on the 14th of January i have to start the language school in San Fran.

I’d like to quote a line I wrote to Maggie from Germany today, who sadly enough already had to go home like 2 weeks ago and misses us and mexico badly:

“Time rushes by like a colibri on crack.”

That’s it for now, more news as soon as available.

Cheers and hugs to all of you!

-Manu