Mexico City...Chingoneria!

After a few low key days of exploring Mexico City's tourist attractions

-Frida Kahlo, Trotsky, modern art, national history & anthropology museums
-The pyramids/ruins at Teotihuacan
-The historical district downtown
-and the 10 peso prostitutes located every 10 ft away in all directions right next to the vegetable and chicken stands (of which i assure you we did not take part in, but was a good indicator that we were walking in the wrong part of town)

We moved on to pursue more constructive endeavors with my Mexican friends Bobby and Jose and their amigos in town. Thursday night we got to bobby's house and had a jam/sing along session for about an hour before we went out to some live music and reggae bars. We randomly started talking to some girls at the bar, one of which was the slut on the first season of big brother out in Mexico. Paola something i think.

That will be my only name drop for some time.

The following day we hooked up with one of bobby's friends who knew of a day party. We first stopped by grano's house (grano means zit in spanish) which looked like a decent place from the outside but let me just say i was glad i had all my vaccinations before walking into to that shithole. After Zit's house we drive out into the middle of nowhere looking for this party. We park the car in a fairly poor neighborhood and start following the high school kids down an alley and into a to a field. The field of dreams as far as i am concerned. There were roughly 150 people there, aged 17-27 (we were the oldest by 2 yrs), all drinking from a bar that serves only 32 oz cups of michelada's (which are beers with clamato juice and chili powder)listening to Mexican disco techno.

Mind you this is 2 in the afternoon and most of the people there were in high school. Scott and i were the only whites there but we made friends quickly and hung around till about 7 at which time it was necessary that i go to sleep until 9am the next morning. I wish this existed when i was in high school.






Tonight is our last night in Mexico City and we plan to go out on the town. This week has flown by. Thanks to the family and friends I have out here, we were able to view the city from a multitude of perspectives. It is a city full of contrast that hosts both the beautiful and the ugly all along the same line. I have to say that we have been dancing around this line during our stay which has granted insights into a day in the life. Although we have felt very embraced, 1 week is enough time to get lost and found while appreciating the journey in between. It is time to start pressing on.