23.01.2007 - 23.01.2007 16 °C
Well, we are in San Miguel De Allende, and no, I wouldn´t have posted sooner - we have spent the last four days in heaven on a hill and there was no internet. More on this to follow.
I have recently had the worst luck with personal items and electronic devices. Firstly, and because we no longer wish to be conscious during 8 hour bus rides, we took a night bus from Mazatlan to Guadalajara. It really wasn´t that bad; I brought along my sleeping back and travel pillow, and I snoozed over a couple of seats with my Nano playing softly and blocking out any street and bussy type sounds. We arrived in the Guadalajara (pop. 8+ million) bus terminal, and I packed up and got ready to leave. We walked over to the first bus terminal (we were at the third), and as I rifled through my backpack to get some change to use the restroom I realized that I left my Ipod on the bus seat. I charged back, and none of them could help me without my bus number, so I had to run the 3 blocks again to where Jay was sitting, grab my ticket, return and try to explain that I left my Ipod on the bus. Finally they understood, and by that time the Nano was on a free ride to Mexico city. Well, they gave me a phone number to call and so and so, but I misplaced THAT too. My 1% chance that it made it to Mexico city not in somebody else´s possession will be a miracle in itself, and I´m just thankful that we purchased travel insurance with some personal effects coverage.
Anyways. Guadalajara is big. REAL big. We were certain that we´d be able to purchase some cheap crafts in the 2nd largest market in the Americas, and while we may have been able to buy some cheap junk, there was nothing there that we really wanted. In fact, the place was disorienting, frustrating and prisonlike. We were quite happy to leave the Mercado Libertad. More impressive was the architecture and large churches and government buildings that graced the entire downtown core. While most of the other locations we had been travelling to were quaint and calming, Guadalajara was a giant on speed - moving fast and imposing in its magnitude. We found solace in a Subway, and later on discovered the only calming area in the entire downtown core which was a giant promenade featuring Lala Cows on Parade, wedding dress shops, frozen yoghourts and Art Displays. We returned to Carlos´ empty handed and tired.
Our couch surfer friend, Carlos, was absolutely fantastic, as was his family. Eggs for breakfast, Drinking Tequila (consider this - we were in Jalisco, where tequila is manufactured!) in a Mariachi bar, and movies, and generally just great company all around. His Bichon dog was adorable, and he introduced us to the best tacos in Zapopan (the suburb where his family lived.). We were very lucky.
Tomorrow: Tlaquepaque, Ranchito Deluxe, and San Miguel De Allende. I´d write more now, but the internet cafe is closing.