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Published: December 28th 2010
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The Pyramides where the reason for me to go to mexico city. I had heard a lot of these, a friend back home told me how weird it is to see pyramides and the smog of a city. Mario had a rough idea where to go. Take the metro to Indios Verdes and from there ask around. Sweet. I decided to go ealry in the morning thinking
that there should be no rush hour, it was sunday after all... yeah right! What do all these people do, where do they go, church? It took me a good half hour in the taxi, then another hour in the relatively packed metro. From there I found a bus (take the last exit J and go to the end of the buses) and boom I was on my
way and drove and drove through some very nasty looking neighborhood.
However has some really good non-comissioned graffiti. Very colourful, you have to thank the kids doing this, take into consideration that a can costs prob about 5 US$. A good piece will need about 15- 20 different colours and a couple of hours time. When you do graffiti (freestyle or stencil or wheatpaste) you
will never ever get any comment about it, except the media telling you about those gangster kids fucking up the neighborhood, gangs bla bla... Na, graffiti rocks, go bomb the world!
It took me easily another hour on the bus. At some point two marriachi somewhere and started playing a couple of songs before jumping out in the middle of nowhere. The pyramids are pretty much at the outskirts of town, and a tourist destination. If you are mexican or can pull it off, entry is free...chido, if you are not, it is 51 pesos. They actually, asked me if I was mexican, sure I didnt understand your question but why not if it gets me in for free... na of course I paid. I had problems to find a tour in english, I still dont know if there is one, bought a little overpriced map instead and made my way to the citadel. A huge plaza able to hold 100.000 people with two little pyramids, the latter, bigger one, the pyramid of the serpent appearantly has 260 human sacrifice buried around it, yay! Seems people still have a a bit of a misconception about the Aztecs, thinking they
are some sort of hippies having huge raves at their temples, free love and all....
But taking into account the many dead people they buried everywhere, I think they where not that hip after
all or entertainment sucked and they were really bored. Misconception is the word I read everywhere in the
map. The Street of the Dead for example was thought to harbor all the dead kings, there are no dead kings here so they could just call it the very long wide street. The biggest tourist attraction is the pyramid of the sun, another misconception. This pyramid has nothing to do with the sun, it was actually build as a sacred mountain, to the god of rain and has heaps of sacrificed children burried underneath. The mexicans dont care, everyone runs up there, prays to the sun god, spreads there arms... it is a weird entertainment really. And it is packed, prob a couple of thousand people a day.
I wonder if it was that packed when people lived at this place. Would they look down the road, seeing all these people hiking up there and turn around, thinking lets sacrifice someone and then go after dinner? The city must have been amazing, every house, pyramid, temple and toilet painted with deities, snakes, cats, serpants. And during the centuries people of the different epochs built different houses, covering everything
in dirt and stones and building a new house, temple on top. Archeaologists have found eight levels of houses built on top of each other. They have uncovered some of these levels and you can run around in the old houses that ever had windows, they really must have loved the darkness. Think about a 1000 sqm house with dozens of rooms but not one window.
I stayed at the pyramids all day, walking up and down the Street of the Dead, climbing every last pyramid,
taking pictures with locals. Taht is I didnt take any pictures with locals, it was more that they wanted to have a picture with me. Asking if I was red in my face that nodded and started laughing. There you go, visist the pyramids of your ancestors and take a picture of a tall red dude. The way back was as long and uncomfortable but I was very lucky to find a taxi driver that talked real slowly and helped me talk a little bit. He asked me what I thought about mexcians....ratatatatatata I heard gunshots prob a semi-automatic nearby...Fuck! I said, he nodded, I start talking "mexicanos estan...." Ra-tatatatatat, this time the shots
became louder ".....mucho amable" except for these freaking narco assholes...
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