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NYC/Mexico City. I arrived! My first few nights were booked ahead in Hotel Mallorca where they speak no Ingles so my Spanish was unleashed on them on checkin, welcoming they were not. On my first expedition for food I discovered (after getting momentarily lost) my hotel was incorrectly placed in my Lonely Planet map, I thought I was in the hip Condesa district but where I was was *so* ghetto!! Imagine unclean streets, honking cars, mangy dogs, urban decay...the usual. I was 30 mins walk to Centrico Historico, I couldn´t brave the buses or the minivans yet, these legs are made for walkin´. On Saturday my impression of MC was much improved, I explored the Templar Mayor ruins where the Aztecs sacrificed 20,000 citizens in 1487 as offerings then after all that death I took a took bus ride though the city and found lots of greenery, open spaces, funky bars and shops, like any normal city.
Things that made me say Orale!: At 4pm each day it rains without fail!
Hurray: I didn´t get mugged! I like the food, the food likes me.
Argh: Loneliness
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morgenhund
Mike Bailey
Cake or death?
Clearly none of the death would have happened had they been Church of England and been given the option of "Cake or Death?"