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Published: October 11th 2009
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As you've all probably read, the trip up untill this point has been abit of a booze fuelled jaunt around Central America. So, in a faint detox effort, and to learn some much needed Spanish, I've gone back to school :S. I'm in Puerto Vallarta at the moment, a tropical tourist trap on the Pacific coast, packed with pubs, clubs, Spanish schools and the occasional American expat. For the last week I've just been going to classes (Christ, how mature) in the mornings and lazing around on the beach in the afternoons. Someone's got to do it. Apart from an unfortunate incident with the police in which I ended up losing $500 (about 20 pound) and a watch, hence the blog title telling local law enforcement where to stick it, it's been a pretty chilled week.
Right, I've not written one of these in a while so where to start. Oh yeah, after Guanajuato, and ALOT of Mosquito bites, I ended up in Guadalajara as I missed the Morelia bus. Given that Mexico's second city has more than 5 million people within it's limits, I expected a lot more from a place that most people have atleast heard of, even
if they couldn't pinpoint its location. In truth theres not much there at all.
The main reason, or only reason I can think of, that people visit Guadalajara has to be because it's the nearest big city to a little town called Tequila. Tequila has only around 30,000 inhabitants, but the fact that 18 distilleries produce around 90% of the worlds Tequila stock make it far more interesting that Guadalajara. So we arrive at around 3 in the afternoon and our immediatly hurded into this tiny distillery called Don Kiko, where there only appeared to be three people working the entire shift. Plenty of free Tequila though. It didn't take long to realise that the more distillery tours we went on, the more free Tequila we got. The major tour was the Jose Cuervo distillery. More or less the only Tequila brand available in the UK, its more than likely that every shot you get in the Winebar comes directly from here. And there's loads of free samples. My personal favourite was 'firewater,' as at around 60% its technically illegal to serve it anywhere other than the factory :P.
After Guadalajara, I stayed in Morelia for a couple
of days. Morelia, again, is a city with plenty of class archetecture and that, but not much to do. I stayed in possibly the worst hostal in existance tho. Lines of ants marching up the walls, tons of bedbugs and a mattress covered in blood wasn't even worth the 3.50 charge. You get what you pay for I suppose. So yeah, Morelia looks awesome but you could only really spend a day or two their at the most.
In the 1940s, a local farmer was ploughing his field near Anguahan when the ground started to rumble and crack, ejecting steam and ash into the air. Apparently the crazy bastard tried to cover the cracks with rocks before realising he was standing ontop of the first formings of a volcano, and ran like hell. Today, Volcan Paracutin stands about 1,300ft above the cornfield it was born from. Getting there was tricky, to say the least. Six hours in a wooden saddle on a bad tempered horse, with a local 10 year old as a guide was pretty bizarre, but the volcano itself was amazing.
And now I'm in Puerto Vallarta, soaking up the sun and learning Spanish next to
the beach. It doesn't get much better than this :D.
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Mum
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POLICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please don't tell me what you where doing when you fell foul of the law. I've only just got over the news about the tatoo. Looks like you are enjoying yourself a little too much. Great to hear from you mum xxx