Mexico Shity.

Mexico city upon first glance seems very beautiful, stuffed full of culture, history, and amazing architecture with a lot of interesting and colourful art, friendly people and from what I have seen, very good food, although I have not been able to sample any of it as my stomach was churning like cake batter in a Kenwood mixer. The streets were knee deep with knee high sized people, no kidding, some of the smallest people iv ever seen in my life, also the roads are guarded day and night by many not so tall street cops, apparently any Mexican who is unemployed can get a job as one of these law enforcers (alas mainly traffic directing or guarding hotel lobbies) I noticed that if you are no taller than 4ft 9” and female, you’re in!…All equal opportunities employed the use of personal whistles that act as their authoritative voice. So far I have not been part of nor witnessed any bad amigo ambushes, shootouts, robberies, muggings, kidnappings, or murders, not to say it’s not happened right under my nose, especially while i snooze in my police protected hotel.... i do believe that crime is just as bad if not worse in England right now, where I have personally witnessed a great deal of Blighty scull duggery.

As I have just arrived from one of the most stupidly over priced cities in the world, an annoyance with the UK I must share is the comparisons of the silly cheap cost of travelling over here; (an example is the Mexico City metro, 2 pesos per journey, that’s around 10p at current rate). Too the thieving costs of one tube ride in London of £2.70 ( I think!!) Nothing has changed for the better in years, except the prices going up and up, fewer seats available and more people travelling, services have declined. The metro here is clean, safe, easy to understand and reliable, each station had a picture linked to it as many residences can’t neither read nor write here. This metro reminds me of the sounds and smells of the Parisian metro and also by the way it runs along straight lines so you can see into the next station.... There is not really a train service in this vast country, so everyone rides buses or coaches, which have been fantastic too, only pence to get miles in relative luxury style, and in first class services a cheese and ham sandwich and a drink of choice thrown in.

Most of my time in Mexico City was unfortunately spent proverbially shitting through the heart of an intravenous needle; enduring D&V here has not been pleasant. So I have not been able to stomach much of the cuisine, much to my disappointment. While being confined to a double room with a sound proofed loo with no windows or ventilation safely nearby, Stu and I had no choice but too be glued to the TV where we watched endless episodes of House MD, this is not really considered travelling though so we dragged ourselves away for a day, leaving the full on safety of our hotel loo, we went to visit some ancient pyramids named Teotihoucan.

Apparently these impressive pyramids are centuries old…first appearing from year dot to the Aztec times! The main pyramids are stone by stone astrologically aligned to the sun and moon or something. I know I should be more interested in this kind of stuff as it is so me… but I was consistently feeling nauseous with a very explosive bottom throughout. With a blink of an eye my Stu who fancies himself as the 21st century Michael Palin flew up the 265 steps like some Olympic torch holder minus the loin cloth and sun hat, he didn’t make it quite to the top, as the actual top of the pyramid was out of bounds due to 21st century builders working on a new 16th century looking platform, ready for the next summer solstice festival or extra terrestrial visitation. The next day he got heat stroke and had a high temperature and was very sick too, Ambo girl kicked in and I nursed him back to health.

We also popped in to about six churches on the way, all in the same square. One was the Basilica of the Virgin Guadalupe, an impressive 1960's kitch looking space craft.... where I personally wanted to fall beneath the incredible virgins feet with full on dehydration and ask for extra special healing....but my English reserve didn’t want to look too foolish as I was pulled side ways on the generation game style conveyor belt, showing off all manor of worldly people with their own chosen religions and an interesting assortment of vintage and supersonic cameras.

The days after were dreadful…. more sickness followed for both of us, I personally felt as if I was psychosomatically riding myself of my old London ways, upsetting trauma jobs from work, office tittle tattle…my friend dying, estate agents, solicitors who miss read important stuff…violent neighbours, road raged London drivers, aggressive bus drivers who throw you off the bus for having the right change, but no ticket..., shop assistants who dont know where anything is nor what anything costs, who snarl instead of smile and wish you a good day.... it's really not hard to do....oh yes and E-bayers who ask stupid questions about postage...yaaaaah! After a few days we had to get out the hotel and Mexico City as it was driving us both crazy. I could not cope with all the car noises and the constant cop whistles. I hate noise. And I could not eat anything that my tummy longed for….fresh foods……pure water……So all the real tourist things dining out, art galleries, the amazing Frida Kahlo stuff had too wait.

I need to be by the sea. Im still only now about 8% good about everything.

Apologise for the minimal pictures, all due to not having an ounce of energy to be arsed to take any, and I think its not hard to see that my self-esteem/ confidence is at an all time low, my body mass is at an all time high there is serious work to be done..

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