I got into Mexico City airport on Thursday and caught a cab to the hotel with no issues. I used my limited Spanish in doing so. The taxi driver spoke some English and taught me a few new phrases to help me out and advised me on where to go.
I slept very well in hotel Servilla. I was so happy to have indulged in a room for one – first time in a while I had my own bedroom to sleep in. Everything in Mexico is so much cheaper than America.
I woke up early ready to go. I left the hotel and was vaguely aware of where I was going. I wanted to get to the Museum of Anthropology. I had Google mapped it and needed to find the bus stop. I walked around the streets. There were food stalls on the sides of the road that were serving desayuno (breakfast). People clustered around on the street eating together. Others were walking in a rush off to work. The buildings were mixed, some looked worn down whereas others well kept. I felt like such a foreigner – the only obvious white English girl walking around trying to find her way. I took in all the city’s sensory wonders. From the hum of citizens speaking Spanish, to the tasty street food smells.
I found the bus stop and decided to ask if the bus I needed would arrive there. The answer was no say (I’m not sure) – great. There were no signs either at the stop. Shortly after a young guy walked up to me smiling, trying to shake my hand and talk to me. I was bewildered, what did he want. I clutched my bag and said no gracias. He was trying to sell me a cake. After this I decided I would be better off walking. So I did. An hour later I was near to the museum. At one point there were hoards of police officers along the road, it made me feel safe and protected. However, when I reached the end of the road the police had lined up and barricaded themselves. I hesitantly stopped and one indicated I could continue past. I speed walked to the museum half expecting to see some kind of riot or protest. Fortunately, I saw no such thing. It reminded me of the riots I had to hid from in Iquitos, Peru two years back. These were a dangerous affair with crazy, violent, masked people running around with beating sticks and other weapons. Thankfully I arrived at the anthropology museum witnessing nice such riots. It was clearly the place to go to as there was a huge queue outside.
I grabbed some street food and joined the line.
The museum was huge. It was fantastic, very interesting. It had vast exhibits from historical native Indian group displays to information regarding the origin of the homosapiens.
After wondering around. I decided it was time to brave the bus again. This time I asked a more helpful lady and I managed to decifer her answer claiming you can get any bus. So I hopped on the next one that came and got off near Mexico city centre.
The bus was jam packed. Mexico city is super crowded with people absolutely everywhere. I had a wonder around, bought some flowers for my host and then decided to try out the metro to met her.
I bought a ticket and followed the signs. The train was also filled to the rim with commuters. I was pushed here there and everywhere. It was an experience to say the least. I enjoyed watching all the people hurry around and wondered where they were off to. From traveling in rush hour on the London tube I was accustomed to such crowds but for anyone not used to this I can see it being a problem.
I walked around zona Rosa, which was lively – music blared from all the bars, people crowed the streets and restaurants were packed.
I met my host (my auntie and uncle’s good friend) at her office at 7pm and she took me back to her flat. The roads were mental. I have never seen anything like it. The traffic seemed to be at a standstill but yet we got around, squeezed through small spaces, reversed down roads and beat the traffic. Apparently, there are no driving tests or lessons that need to be taken in Mexico. Parents teach their children how to drive and pay a small feel for a licence. No wonder the driving was insane. It was such an adventure.
On the drive we passed a dangerous area which was full of shops selling stolen parts to cars. The owners go around nicking wing mirrors and so forth and then selling them on the cheap. Everyone knows about this, the police included but nothing is done. It is accepted – on of Mexico’s corruption.
We had such a lovely evening, going out for tacos in a traditional Mexican taqaria.
I had a soup called aztec, which was a spicy tomato soup with fried taco bread in. Then I had a beef and cactus taco which was great, along with a melted cheese taco – my favourite. We went for drinks in a cantina after our food.
It was a perfect night. My host is absolutely amazing – showing, teaching and welcoming me so much to Mexico. I slept very well in a comfy bed and met an amazing little dog too.