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100. 100 days

Monday, 1 April 2019

Possada Barrancas, Mexico

 

Flipping cold in the night up at 7,000ft. So much so that a sore throat and sniffles beckon. It’s to be the early onset of manflu.

Will be in need of some TLC.

View for breakfast is mesmerising. The hotel is on the rim and all rooms and the restaurant/bar look out over the Copper Canyon.

Sit with a Canadian couple from Calgary. They’re motorbiking about. They rode up to Prudhoe Bay in northern Alaska last year and provide some invaluable advice. It’s where my end point is of this trip.

Spend the morning pootling about the rim looking at the Copper Canyon from various view points. Each has a slightly different perspective. There’s a 2.5km long cable car that takes you down into the canyon onto a perch for more views but given 40mins to peruse tourist tat stalls. Not in any need of any tourist tat walk over to the glass floor in the visitor centre. Has a massive drop into the canyon beneath so you can walk over a void. Nothing spectacular and have seen better at the CN Tower in Toronto or the glass walkways in London’s Tower Bridge.

I walk straight on to the glass floor bit am instantly admonished by some Mexican woman as I still have my boots on. There’s a sign in Spanish saying ‘Do not walk on glass floor with shoes’. As I’m already in the middle of glass floor continue taking photo much to her disgust and she gives a right old dirty scowl once I walk off.

As a bunch of tourists enter the cable car so do a load of locals in their brightly coloured dresses. They’re the Tarahumara people who live in the Canyon. There’s a faint whiff of the unwashed as we glide down. They all rush to their tourist tat stalls and start setting up by uncovering the black plastic sheets. Alas, once again, supply far outweighs no demand. Tourists more interested in panoramic photos.

A lot of the older Tarahumara women are busy weaving baskets with a few showing young girls how to do it. Passing on all those years of knowledge.

Running in parallel with the cable car is one of the longest zip wires. 2.5km long strung across the canyon where you reach speeds of 85mph. German girl I met yesterday on the train appears glad to see me. Though think she’s just using me. To take her photo with her camera. She zips off into the distance never to be seen again.

Sniff.

What is in actual fact about an hour’s worth of sightseeing if you take out all the waiting has actually been stretched out to 4hrs. So much for a morning tour.

There’s also a big difference between here in the north and the southern areas that I’ve travelled to in Mexico. Not many Mexicans speak English well, if at all. Not even the hotel staff. It’s bizarre given how touristy it is. A few other guests I chat with also comment on this. They can’t understand it either.

Well, dear reader, as some of you will have guessed by the title. Today, is cause for a little celebration. Have been traveling for 100 days now.

Will wait to celebrate in style in Dallas in a couple of days time though.

99. NO!!

Sunday, 31 March 2019

Posada Barrancas, Mexico

 

Hotel is only a block away from the main square. Can hear the concert until the early hours. They’re actually not that bad. And. Can. Hear. Every. Word. Until. 2.30am.

Not good when the alarm goes off at 0600hrs. Taking the train to the Copper Canyon. Rail station is a few miles out of town and dropped off at 0730hrs for a train that isn’t due until 0820hrs. Normally don’t arrive at rail stations until about 5 minutes before departure. But then that wouldn’t give me time to buy all the souvenirs that are on offer from the souvenir sellers. I say souvenirs, what I actually mean are fridge magnets with the ‘Chepe Train’ (Chihuahua to Pacific rail line) pictured. Variety is non existent. Meet up with a German fraulein. We’re the only Europeans. She works for the German Embassy in Mexico City and having a few days off.

We’ll meet again.

Don’t worry.

Am on the local regional train. Rather than the First Class express train with bar car, observation deck and restaurant. There’ll be a rumpus with travel agent over that, as that’s what I had paid for.

Fortunately, local regional train has a Business class section for tourists. Try and walk down the train to the end which necessitates passing through the local ‘economy’ carriages.

However.

Prevented from doing so by armed police. Soon realise there’s about half a dozen of them occupying a carriage on their own. This is a buffer zone between the business class tourist carriages and the local economy carriages. Ask why I can’t go any further. “NO!” is the reply. Know better than to argue with men with guns. And return to seat.

Pleasant and relaxing 6hr rail journey which starts on the flat plane before the line starts to climb up to about 7,000ft at Posada Barrancas, the highest point on the line. Stunning blue sky really sets off the scenery of mountains, coloured trees and the river gorge.

Arrive at Posada Barrancas and check in to the hotel Posada Barrancas Mirador (https://www.hotelmirador.mx/home). Having travelled along the river gorge all morning, had assumed that was the Copper Canyon.

Oh no.

That was just an amuse bouche, dear reader.

The view from hotel is magnificent. THIS is the Copper Canyon. See the photo below.

For those that have been fortunate enough to visit the Grand Canyon in the USA, it’s like that. Hotel is built on the rim of a ‘tributary’ of the canyon.

Staggeringly beautiful views to admire from the balcony of one’s room.

98. Bribing the police and Zorro

Saturday 30 March 2019

El Fuerte, Mexico

Half hour drive. 2hr wait. 2hr flight. 1.5hr drive.

Flying from Mexico City to the north western town of Los Mochis and then driving on to El Fuerte.

To take the train to the Copper Canyon tomorrow.

Whereas Mexico City and Oaxaca were a bit more cosmopolitan, it feels a lot more ‘native’ up here. Scenery is flat and uninteresting and doesn’t seem as rich as the areas travelled the past few days in the southern part of the country.

Two policemen standing under the shade of a tree flag down the car I’m travelling in. Driver gets out. So do I. For a leg stretch and a nosey. To see what’s going on.

Policeman asks to see driver’s paperwork. Returns to car to retrieve licence and vehicle documentation.

Assume it’s a straightforward document check. A whispered conversation a few feet from where I’m standing.

Driver returns to car and sits in driver’s seat. Noting that policeman still has his paperwork we can’t be leaving just yet. Peer into the car (I’m standing at the right rear open door) and see driver open his wallet and pull out what looks like a 100 peso note (about GBP4/USD5). Folds it up and puts it in the palm of his hand.

Returns to policeman.

Shakes his hand.

Documents returned.

Off we go.

He’s just bribed the policeman. Allegedly, he was doing 50km/hr in a 40km/hr zone.

Except.

Policemen don’t have a speed camera so no way of knowing.

Driver laughs it off. It’s what happens. Live with it.

Reminds me of the time a mate and I were driving through Eastern Europe (to Istanbul and back) in 1997. We bribed our way out of various speeding fines and other ‘infringements’.

The power of a pack of fags and a few Deutschmarks (as they were then).

Arrive El Fuerte. First sight is a convoy of Police SUV pick up trucks with a machine gun rigged to the front frame plus fully armed police displaying their guns as they cruise through town. Drug territory now. We are, after all, in the region of El Chapo’s drug cartel. Definitely an ‘edge’ to the place.

Check in to the Posada del Hidalgo (https://www.hotelposadadelhidalgo.com/home).

Surprised to discover that it’s the former home of Zorro!

I know!

Bit of a surprise!

Surprisingly, it’s not well advertised. You would think this would be a major tourist selling point. Only seems to be in the hotel that there’s any reference to him. You would expect lots of Zorro souvenirs in the shops but can I find any. Can I ‘eck.

Walk about the town after dinner. There’s a carneval procession getting ready to start. The Carneval Queen is jigging about on her truck high up on a platform which actually looks a bit rickety. The main square has a large stage with a band doing a sound check for the concert that is obviously later.

I’ll discover how loud they are in the early hours.

96. How to make mezcal (tequila)

Thursday, 28 March 2019

Oaxaca, Mexico

 

Breakfast being watched over by an alligator.

Stuffed and stuck on the hotel kitchen wall.

Or is it a crocodile.

Better not smile.

Just in case.

Set high up in the mountains overlooking at 6,000ft, Monte Alban is a Zapotec complex of pyramids and temples dating from 500BC to 750AD. One of the earliest complexes of Meso America. Having already seen a number of pyramids on this trip, one finds that they’re all not too dissimilar.

When you’ve seen one. You’ve generally seen ‘em all. Sort of thing.

Final temple complex is in Mitle, about an hour away. Now this is site doesn’t have pyramids per se. It’s a set of temples dating back to 1000AD. A series of artists impressions in the entrance show how it would have looked and it’s impressive. White facades with red detailing of the ornate stonework. They know it was white and red as the coloured stucco is still in-situ in places. Albeit subjected to 1000 years of graffiti. Including the Mexican equivalent of Darren loves Tracey.

And that’s me done with Meso American temple complexes. No more. When planning this trip had originally planned on travelling from Guatemala through Belize and then through the Yucutan peninsular area of Mexico, pretty much visiting temple complexes every day for about two weeks.

So glad I didn’t. All templed out now. And having to listen to a guide give detailed information for hours on end each day is wearing.

However, my local guide in Oaxaca is very easy to listen to. A former teacher of local history to tourism students he’s got that rare knack in teachers that I’m wanting to listen to him.

Given a choice of seeing how they do weaving or make tequila.

Yeah.

Tricky one that.

As mentioned in an earlier blog (which you’ve all forgotten about now I bet), there’s tequila and mezcal. Tequila is made in a certain area (like Cognac) and is made from blue agave only and is, generally, mass produced. Mezcal is seemingly more artisan and locally produced. The area surrounding Oaxaca has the right conditions to grow the agave used for making mezcal.

So. Pay attention. You might learn something in the next bit, in conjunction with the photos below.

First, they take the agave plant, cut off the leaves so they’re just left with the heart of the cactus.

This is then put in a fire pit under a load of hot stones to bake for 24hrs which turns the green agave into a brown, sticky, sweet lump. Once cooled down, it’s put on a grind stone whereupon a donkey pulls the grinding stone roller around to grind the agave heart into a squashed fibrous pulp.

Fibrous pulp is then steeped in water in a large wooden open vat for 4 to 12 days depending on the ambient temperature. 4 days in the height of summer, 12 days in winter when it’s cooler. Whereupon it starts to ferment. Natural sugars in the agave plus natural yeast in the atmosphere. Bit like sourdough. Nothing else is added. It’s solely agave heart with nothing added apart from water.

Once fermented, the water is drained to leave damp fibrous material. It’s this damp fibrous material that is then placed in the copper stills and heated up by the wood fire beneath. This causes steam to rise through the copper pipe which feeds through a cold water tank to condense it and the condensate is captured in a plastic container.

Voila. Alcohol.

Aged for up to 5 years and sometimes scorpions and worms are added to the bottled product for extra flavour. So I am told.

Stopped off at a very basic ‘factory’. I use the term loosely. It’s just an open covered area with a fire pit, grinding stone, water tank and two copper stills over a fire. Having had the tour am offered a sip or two. One mezcal is dark coloured and tastes quite smoky and smooth. One mezcal is a clear coloured and tastes quite sharp and spirity. Oh. And it had a worm in the bottle.

Not really my thing. Much prefer a whisky. Jamesons for everyday drinking. Singleton Single Malt for special occasions…or when I’m raiding Dad’s whisky selection.

Final stop at Thule. To see the tree.

Now. You’re probably thinking to yourself. Why go see a tree.

Well.

Look at the photos below.

It’s massive.

It dwarfs the church it stands next to.

More than 2,000 years old. 58m girth. 42m high. 14m diameter.

Yep.

It’s big.

Most impressive.

Guide tells me that when he was a kid you could go and hide in one of the holes that had formed in the trunk. Now it’s all fenced off and better cared for.

Which reminds me I did the same in Robin Hood’s Major Oak, in the 1970s, before they fenced it off.

Except this tree is bigger.

More a structure than a tree.

95. Quick tour

Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Oaxaca, Mexico

 

Morning tour of Oaxaca. Bit of a rush trying to catch up on blog and sort USA sector out so this is a very quick entry.

Look at photos below.

They say a picture paints a thousand words.

Nice place Oaxaca. Feels safe and once again there’s a nice feel to the place. Had a 4hr history lesson as guide took me on a walking tour. Far too much information. One thing that sticks in the memory is that the church shows a painting of Sir Francis Drake before a wooden cross. Drake tried to steal it to repair his damaged ship. Should’ve been an easy task but such is the power of God (if you believe such stuff) that Drake was unable to remove the wooden cross from the ground.

So, good to see that nothing has changed with Brits abroad trying to run riot and damage stuff.

94. Kidnapping

Tuesday, 26 March 2016

Oaxaca, Mexico

 

Beautiful bright blue sky day.

Just the sort of day to be told there’s a risk of being kidnapped.

I kid you not.

It’s to be a long day’s drive to Oaxaca, via points of interest in Pueblo and nearby Cholula. Drive over the mountain pass at 9,000ft out of Mexico City and see the pollution hanging in the air. Two volcanoes to the right. One, Popocatepetl, is active and as I write this the day after, the news is that it erupted in spectacular fashion about 6 hrs after we’d driven past. The other, dormant Iztaccihuatl, is snow capped at about 15,000ft.

Cholula, on the outskirts of Pueblo, is the site of the Great Pyramid. To give an indication of how big it is, its base is four times the size of the Cheops Pyramid in Cairo, Egypt.

Yep.

That big.

Those pesky Spanish arrived and replaced the temple on top of the pyramid with their own Catholic church. The pyramid base had been left to nature for hundreds of years and people thought the church was built on a natural hill. It was only in the 1930s when archaeologists started investigating that they realised it was indeed a pyramid but with an interesting twist. They dug tunnels through the base which showed that the Pyramid had been expanded and expanded as time went on. You walk through the tunnels and see the various layers of pyramid. Each time making the pyramid bigger and bigger. Fantastic views from the top across the valley and the volcanoes in the background.

Once in the city centre of Puebla, a short drive away, discover how nice the old Spanish colonial city is. As we’re stretched for time it’s a very quick waltz around the church with Mexico’s tallest bell tower before wandering the streets to get a flavour for the city, which warrants a return visit. Feels safe and there’s a nice relaxed feel about the place.

One building’s façade is riddle with bullet holes. Back in 1910, supporters of President Diaz were shot by the police. Diaz was refusing to stand down as president and thus began the Mexican Civil War. Around the corner is a street full of artists, which reminds me of Montmartre in Paris.

Now have a 4 to 5 hour drive to Oaxaca. It’s OK for me as I’m only going one way. Driver and guide then have a 7 to 8 hour drive back to Mexico City. They won’t be home until the early hours.

Am told the next stretch of road is where the kidnappings occur.

Guide keeps referring to it as a ‘kidnapkin’.

Which lightens the mood.

The risky area is the town of Nochixtlan. A few years ago, teachers in the area started protesting about pay and working conditions (obviously not enough holidays). They were soon joined by none teachers purporting to be teachers and turning it into more violent protests. They started blocking the main road with trees etc and then kidnapping drivers and passengers when they had to stop.

So.

Now on the lookout for roadblocks.

And wonder how much I’m worth.

As we drive past the town that is kidnap central, there’s an increase in protest graffiti on walls and bridges and they’ve left the remains of a burnt out car on one of the bridges as a reminder of what they can do.

The road we’re on is a toll road and they’ve even taken control of one of the toll plazas waving everyone through without having to pay. Surprisingly, the police haven’t done anything to take control of the situation but it’s suggested that there’s a lot of corruption which means the police don’t get involved.

Anyway, some of you will be disappointed to learn that I wasn’t kidnapped and made it in one piece to the Hotel Azul (https://www.hotelazuloaxaca.com/en-gb) in Oaxaca. Long day that and feel for the guide and driver who immediately drove back to Mexico City trying to avoid the kidnap area by nightfall.

Fortunately flying back to Mexico City.

93. Drive by shooting

Monday, 25 March 2019

Mexico City, Mexico

Open bedroom door to go down for breakfast. The young maid is standing outside just about to go into the room next door, which startles me. Again. We’d done the exact same thing last night as I was going out for dinner and she’d frightened the life out of me. This morning she gives a giggly little ‘Boo!’.

Hour’s drive north to the Teotihuacan Pyramids. Built in the Classic Period of 100BC to 900AD, the largest pyramid, the Temple of the Sun is 230ft high and compares in size to the Cheops Pyramid in Egypt.

The difference between the two is that the Teotihuacan, Mayan and Aztec pyramids are basically solid bases, with flat tops, upon which temples were built to be nearer to heaven.

You ain’t half learning stuff on this blog.

Given a brief explanation of the complex in the car whilst driving to the site. It’s only when we arrive, I understand why. There’s about a mile’s walk along the Avenue of the Dead between the Temple of Quetzalcoatl and the Temple of the Moon plus a lot of steps to climb. My elderly gent guide can’t walk it. Am on my own. Blessed relief for my ears.

Walking along the Avenue of the Dead isn’t particularly interesting. Just a lot of stones and it’s difficult to imagine what it would have looked like way back when.

The highlight is the climb to the top of the Temple of the Sun. 230ft up very steep stone steps. Many a tourist huffing and puffing. Including this one. Fortunately nearer the top the steps narrow and ends up in a single file queue of tourists. Which means slow going. Which means take a step and wait. Which means not getting out of breath. Not helped by altitude. Obviously.

Climb up is well worth it for the amazing view across the valley and it’s only from this vantage point that you can fully appreciate the pyramid complex and how long it is.

Return to the city centre and the main square of Zocalo. It’s not on the itinerary but he’s just doing it as a favour. A big tip in other words. As there’s no time to stop and wander about, it’s a drive around the main square taking photos out of the car window.

More a drive by shooting.

Of the photography kind.

Sorry. Did you read the blog title and think something exciting had happened? Don’t be silly.

Told that the whole square was closed for three weeks whilst they filmed James Bond’s Spectre film. Guide points out the rooftop where Bond walks along in the opening sequence. Upon further investigation, not sure that’s right, as most of it seems to have been CGI.

92. Tasty grasshopper

Sunday, 24 March 2019

Mexico City, Mexico

 

Meet the guide in hotel and instantly forget his name. Can remember a face. But not names. Dreadful in meetings when you meet a dozen new people at one go. Never remember. As we drive along think of a polite way to find out his name.

How do you spell your name, I enquire.

P-A-B-L-O. Is the reply. So much for that idea.

Half hour drive through the suburbs. Posh Palanco gives way to more lower working class areas and rather hoping we don’t break down. Never seen so many trees in a city. The stunning purple jacaranda trees are in full bloom. Awesome sight as they’re everywhere.

Heading south of the city centre to the old Aztec canals of Xochimilco. Mexico City was built on the site of an old Aztec city, which was removed by the Spanish to create the capital as it is now. The whole area is in a valley at about 7,000ft altitude and used to be a large lake. The Aztecs built their city on a man made island in the middle of this lake and ruled the area from about 1250 AD to the early 1500s, until Hernan Cortes rolled up from Spain in 1519 and took over. The canals that we’re to travel on are the remnants of the southern end of this Aztec city. The name Mexico is derived from the Aztec word ‘Metztlico’, which means ‘the place of the moon’. ‘Metztli’ being moon and ‘co’ being place.

You see. Once again. You learn with this blog. No need to thank me.

Bet the Aztecs didn’t have 2,500 brightly coloured boats to choose from. Fortunately, we’ve arrived very early this Sunday morning, so not that busy with locals and tourists. Still takes a while to push the boat through the jam packed morass of boats and squeeze our way through from the ‘boat park’ through to the main canal. No motors here. It’s all hand propelled with a pole. Bit like punting on the River Cam (in Cambridge, UK, for non UK readers). But with much bigger, brighter boats. Locals in smaller boats float about selling food, drinks and the usual tourist tat. Big family groups tie two or three boats together for their parties. Really peaceful on the way down but as we turn and head back its clearly getting busier and noisier with boats and their live music bands playing the local music. Bloody racket. Do have a look at the video below.

Once on dry land, shown a typical foodstuff eaten by the lower working class, on account of it being cheapo and full of protein.

Grasshoppers.

Yep. Deep fried piles of them to buy and eat. Farmed especially to eat. They will be appearing in Waitrose soon as the next new superfood.

Guide takes a few to show me and says that I must take the legs of before eating them as they have little barbs on. Have no idea why he’s telling me this as there’s not a cat in hell’s chance of me eating one! He and driver tuck in.

Yuk.

Coyoacan is a nice arty suburb nearby. The name is derived from the coyotes that once roamed the woodland before it was all developed by the Spanish. A fountain in the main square shows two coyotes to prove the point. Cortes’ old house borders the square. There’s a nice buzzy feel about the area and, like Polanco, feels very safe. Reminds me of parts of New York City. Stroll along the jacaranda lined streets to Frida Kahlo’s house.

I’d no idea who Frida Kahlo was until last year. Went to the V&A to see another exhibition and next door was a Frida Kahlo exhibition with long queues. That looks popular, I thought, so went in to have a look. Took me all of two minutes to walk through the exhibition. Not an arty person.

Am given 45 minutes to look around her home. 40 minutes too long. Not allowed to take photos unless you pay for a permit and display a big sticky label on your chest. As you should all know by now. Rules are for guidance. There are officious looking women in each room with earpieces and walkie talkies spotting illicit photography. It becomes a game. Keeps me amused. Hope you enjoy the free photographs below.

Frida Kahlo was part paralysed in a bus crash when she was 18 years old. A mirror was installed above her bed so she could paint self-portraits. Her husband, Diego Rivera, also an artist had many affairs and Frida herself apparently had an affair with the Russian, Leon Trotsky, who stayed with his wife at their home for a while. The things you learn with this blog. Her death mask lies on her bed and an urn on her dressing table contains her ashes.

Outside the Anthropological Museum, in the park, see a very tall pole with four men at the top sitting on a wooden frame. They’re each tied to a rope which is wound around the pole. They launch themselves and start going around like a merry-go-round and descending at the same time as the rope gets longer as it unwinds. See video below.

Impressive museum containing artefacts from 5,000 years BC to 1500 AD and the human sacrificing Aztecs. A very large round carved stone, about 1.5m deep, has a channel carved into the top surface from the centre to the outside. Believed to be used for human sacrifice and the channel used to drain the blood. Nice.

The most impressive artefact though is the Aztec Calendar or Stone of the Sun. About 2.5m in diameter, it was discovered in 1790 in what is now the main square of the city centre (more of which in tomorrow’s blog). Shows a pair of human hearts, snakes around the edge, a number of suns and iconography representing days. See the photo below to see how brightly coloured it was way back when.

Another colourful artefact is Montezuma’s feathered headdress. Made from the feathers of many birds including Quetzel and hummingbirds. Actually a replica. The original is, for some reason, in Vienna. Of all places.

Well, dear reader, the foregoing is a mere snippet of the amount of listening I’ve been subjected to today. My dear guide, an elderly gent, can’t half rattle on. It’s like being in a double-double-double-double-double-double History lesson at school.

And the same again tomorrow.

Going to give my ears a rest.

91. A little luxury

Saturday, 23 March 2019

Mexico City, Mexico

 

Told it will take 2hrs to drive to Guatemala City airport because of traffic so leave at 0730hrs for the 1130hrs flight to Mexico City.

Takes 50 minutes to airport.

3hr wait in Guatemala City airport.

Yay.

Exciting.

Not.

Flight on time and exit arrivals looking for my name on a board for the airport transfer to hotel.

No name.

Ring tour company.

Ooops.

They’ve forgotten the pick up.

Taxi instead.

Having spent a few weeks staying in basic 3 star hotels, nice to have a bit of 5 star luxury at the Las Alcobas hotel (https://www.lasalcobas.com/property) in Polanco, the posh suburb where all the embassies appear to be.

Ah yes. The Lesser Spotted Touring Taurean in its natural habitat.

This’ll do nicely.