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Friday, August 31, 2012
Originally this blog was intended as a travel blog but I'm going through a bit of a transformational experience and would like to veer away from strictly travelling to exploring the concept of change and how difficult it is to change,not only location but oneself. Not sure if there's an appetite for this kind of reading. I might end up just writing this for myself as a way of venting or an avenue to explore whatever little remnants of creativity I have left within myself. A sort of free flowing, with some context, flow of consciousness blog, not even sure if I can let my consciousness flow that easily. It seems pretty rigidly fixed at the moment.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
My travels: Almost home and catastrophe hits crops in Sinaloa
My travels: Almost home and catastrophe hits crops in Sinaloa: "Yes we're almost home, in Hood River tonight back where we started. I just wanted to add a few things since we ended up taking a different ..."
Almost home and catastrophe hits crops in Sinaloa
Yes we're almost home, in Hood River tonight back where we started. I just wanted to add a few things since we ended up taking a different route so new stuff to blog about. We left Guyamas no problem. We had heard about the catastrophic frost in the Sinaloa valley but it's one thing to hear about it and another entirely to see it. Hundreds of thousands of acres of mostly corn completely gone, some tomato acreage as well along with orange groves. Sinaloa is one of the biggest growing areas in Mexico. They are well known for their tomatoes, they have a tomato on their license plate. The corn is, unfortunately, all of the genetically modified variety courtesy of a big Dupont subsidiary called Pioneer. I kept seeing those signs with the word Pioneer and WBG1234 or something of that ilk and knew it was a market for the corn. Obviously it may be resistant to disease but it's powerless against frost. GM corn has had a devastating impact on Mexico's native varieties which used to be plentiful and have now either been contaminated or dwindled down to the odd "cottage, indigenous" variety. It's a shame really I would even use the word criminal. Regardless the price of tortilla is bound to go up since corn is the premier ingredient wheat being too expensive for your average tortilla. True the government subsidizes tortillas quite heavily and they'll probably have to do it again.
While on the road we saw 3 men on top of a train heading for the border, long, dangerous journey ahead of them no doubt about that. I also saw another man who's head, covered with a woolen cap, was sticking up from inside one of the containers. I know he couldn't see me but his image haunts me. He seemed to be staring straight at me, right into my soul asking the question WHY?
I didn't have an answer that would satisfy either one of us. On this topic of dangerous journeys to El Norte a plug for a little, Mexican film called "Sin Nombre", rent it if you have a chance, it deals with this topic very realistically.
The border crossing was totally uneventful. We didn't even have a chance to buy Teguila and Cointroy before we knew it we were in the line, on our way and into the U.S.
We managed to find the casino where we had eaten the delicious salads on our way down, same price, same great serving and the weather was gorgeous around 23 degrees. It's always sunny in Arizona. The first night we drove a little bit further than anticipated, way past Phoenix and ended up in a town called Quartzide where there was exactly one motel, a trailer motel, yes we slept in a trailer. It was a little chilly but otherwise fine. Next door was a hopping country and western bar where Stetsons were definitely de rigueur. We felt like aliens from a strange planet visiting earth for the first time. Yes it was weird, a patriotic bunch too, lots of flags including army flags and of course the old stars and stripes. They even had a Polish flag but, unfortunately, it was hung upside down....ooops.
Left Quartzide the next day and headed past L.A. Instead of heading for the #5 we sort of made a mistake and ended up on the 101 instead which turned out to be a fortuitous mistake. I wanted to take the coastal road and Stan was reluctant but fate more or less decided the outcome for us.
Traffic was horrendous all the way to Ventura and it was a Sunday! We're gonna die in a sea of cars and twisted metal. I know we were driving too so it's hypocritical to complain but honestly I just don't get where all the people were going early in the morning on a Sunday. In any case the weather was gorgeous, we stopped in Santa Barbara a lovely slice of heaven well for the people who are lucky enough to live there. After Santa Barbara we took the Big Sur, Monterey highway 1 and what a spectacular drive that was. Probably one of the most beautiful drives in the world. Soaring cliffs, big waves, hills dappled with yellow, incandescent mustard seed and flashes of silvery pampas grass. Truly it was a magnificent if difficult drive. We stopped where elephant seals were gathered to mate and give birth to their young ones. They are strange looking animals especially the males who can weigh up to 5000 lbs. whereas the females only weigh 1,500 lbs. We managed to drive all the way to Monterey unfortunately we were too tired to actually visit anything.
Leaving Monterey we drove all the way to Eureka and left today still on the coastal road going through the magical redwood forest. I always remembered an earlier trip with our daughter when I pretended Ewoks were roaming around the forest. I think she knew it was a lie but she was happy to play along.
Today was a grey day, lots of wind and rain and some very hard driving by the coast. We were fortunate in that we never saw any snow. We're in Hood River now staying in a lovely room with a view of the river. It's a special deal for Valentine's Day. This is definitely the last blog. Thanks for coming along.
While on the road we saw 3 men on top of a train heading for the border, long, dangerous journey ahead of them no doubt about that. I also saw another man who's head, covered with a woolen cap, was sticking up from inside one of the containers. I know he couldn't see me but his image haunts me. He seemed to be staring straight at me, right into my soul asking the question WHY?
I didn't have an answer that would satisfy either one of us. On this topic of dangerous journeys to El Norte a plug for a little, Mexican film called "Sin Nombre", rent it if you have a chance, it deals with this topic very realistically.
The border crossing was totally uneventful. We didn't even have a chance to buy Teguila and Cointroy before we knew it we were in the line, on our way and into the U.S.
We managed to find the casino where we had eaten the delicious salads on our way down, same price, same great serving and the weather was gorgeous around 23 degrees. It's always sunny in Arizona. The first night we drove a little bit further than anticipated, way past Phoenix and ended up in a town called Quartzide where there was exactly one motel, a trailer motel, yes we slept in a trailer. It was a little chilly but otherwise fine. Next door was a hopping country and western bar where Stetsons were definitely de rigueur. We felt like aliens from a strange planet visiting earth for the first time. Yes it was weird, a patriotic bunch too, lots of flags including army flags and of course the old stars and stripes. They even had a Polish flag but, unfortunately, it was hung upside down....ooops.
Left Quartzide the next day and headed past L.A. Instead of heading for the #5 we sort of made a mistake and ended up on the 101 instead which turned out to be a fortuitous mistake. I wanted to take the coastal road and Stan was reluctant but fate more or less decided the outcome for us.
Traffic was horrendous all the way to Ventura and it was a Sunday! We're gonna die in a sea of cars and twisted metal. I know we were driving too so it's hypocritical to complain but honestly I just don't get where all the people were going early in the morning on a Sunday. In any case the weather was gorgeous, we stopped in Santa Barbara a lovely slice of heaven well for the people who are lucky enough to live there. After Santa Barbara we took the Big Sur, Monterey highway 1 and what a spectacular drive that was. Probably one of the most beautiful drives in the world. Soaring cliffs, big waves, hills dappled with yellow, incandescent mustard seed and flashes of silvery pampas grass. Truly it was a magnificent if difficult drive. We stopped where elephant seals were gathered to mate and give birth to their young ones. They are strange looking animals especially the males who can weigh up to 5000 lbs. whereas the females only weigh 1,500 lbs. We managed to drive all the way to Monterey unfortunately we were too tired to actually visit anything.
Leaving Monterey we drove all the way to Eureka and left today still on the coastal road going through the magical redwood forest. I always remembered an earlier trip with our daughter when I pretended Ewoks were roaming around the forest. I think she knew it was a lie but she was happy to play along.
Today was a grey day, lots of wind and rain and some very hard driving by the coast. We were fortunate in that we never saw any snow. We're in Hood River now staying in a lovely room with a view of the river. It's a special deal for Valentine's Day. This is definitely the last blog. Thanks for coming along.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
My travels: This is the END...beautiful friends
My travels: This is the END...beautiful friends: "Hope you'll forgive my reckless appropriation of one of the Door's most famous song,no helicopters in sight and no napalm I promise this in ..."
This is the END...beautiful friends
Hope you'll forgive my reckless appropriation of one of the Door's most famous song,no helicopters in sight and no napalm I promise this in reference to Apocalypse Now for lurking film buffs out there.
I wanted to end with a few anecdotal comments. For instance I noticed that I haven't talked much about food in my blog entries. There's a very good reason for that. Neither of us are big fans of Mexican cuisine. This has caused a little bit of a problem in past trips but this time we managed okay, mostly stayed away from too many tacos and overly fried food seemed to ease the pain somewhat. It's not all bad. If you're going to have tacos "al pastor" with the meat spinning on a stick is the best. At least it's recognizable as meat whereas other times it's so chopped up it's dubious which part of the animal it actually came from. I don't mind the sausage tacos either. The sausage is mildly spicy and makes for a bit of a change. This time we stayed away from fish and shrimp tacos. The problem is they batter the fish and the shrimps so you're eating carbs upon carbs, and they're very hard to digest unless you follow the meal with an unhealthy dose of Coke, not the greatest combination in the world.
Breakfasts in Queretaro were the best. They always serve you a basket of sweet rolls, assorted pastries which can be croissants or something else. Depending on the restaurant you sometimes have to pay for the amount you consume prior to your actual breakfast but sometimes not.
It's the only place so far in Mexico where we've seen that being done.
In Mexico City they serve huge tacos which are called "huaraches" just like the famous shoes.
They're not so great but they're interesting to try ONCE.
Favorite local drinks have been "horchata" which is a rice milk beverage usually flavored with
either vanilla or cinnamon. They keep it ice cold in these huge glass containers. We've never gotten sick from drinking horchata. There's also "jamaica" which is red and made from hibiscus
flowers. It's also served from similar containers. I don't like it as much but it will refresh you in a pinch. We haven't had too many memorable meals as such. Ate lots of "camarones" and fish but there's not much variety in the way they're prepared and it doesn't matter whether you pay a lot or little it's pretty well the same. For a totally different taste you would have to go to really expensive "fusion type cuisine" restaurants and we're usually too cheap to do that.
Although we did splurge on that French restaurant in Puerto Vallarta.
Mexico is not just the Mexico of cruises, beaches, sun, beer and all inclusives. There are plenty of villages in the interior where people are clinging to a way of life which is slowly disappearing. Indigenous languages are being lost, whole populations migrate to cities where all they do is sell trinkets and crap that very few people want to buy anymore. I spoke to a vendor who makes his own stuff and he told me that a lot of the so-called cheaper variety "artesania" is now made in China. I don't find that hard to believe. From one end of Mexico to the other, regardless of what beach or square you're on it's the same mind numbingly bad stuff. There is still real "artesania" to be found for sure but you have to go into boutique stores more and more to find it. Everything is flattened out, that's the price of globalization when entire cultures can be ripped off and sold again at bargain basement prices. Okay Mexico is not there yet but it's coming.
Regardless of its flaws it's still a beautiful country in many ways and what really makes it so appealing are the people. Mexicans are friendly, fun loving and generous. They're also, for the most part, unfailingly polite. It's such a change from Canada where people rarely say hello to each other. We like that a lot. We're not sure when we'll be back. This is possibly the last time we drive to Mexico. We've done it twice now and it is very far away. Driving though gives way to new insights and absurd sights as well. In Queretaro at a stop a man had three things to sell: a huge calculator (China) a medium size globe (China) and a wooden coat rack (not sure where that came from but probably China too). You just never know when you might get the urge to buy one of those three things while waiting for a light to change.
In Mexico in addition to the usual windshield washer crews you can also find the dust removing crew. They have these big mops which they gently swipe over your car while you wait, not a very successful business and not much of a living but unfortunately too many people are stuck doing whatever it takes to rub two pesos together. It's sad,very sad to know that you could be back in 5 years and they might still be doing the same thing, hopelessly.
No shortage of babies in Mexico either although the educated class is sticking to the 2 or 3 rule which is great because it can't afford to have too many more people. I've also noticed that there seems to be a lot more girls than boys I think it's a worldwide trend not specific to here.
Time to move on, hope you've enjoyed traveling with us, thanks for having stuck with it and having accompanied us on this journey, hasta luego amigos.
I wanted to end with a few anecdotal comments. For instance I noticed that I haven't talked much about food in my blog entries. There's a very good reason for that. Neither of us are big fans of Mexican cuisine. This has caused a little bit of a problem in past trips but this time we managed okay, mostly stayed away from too many tacos and overly fried food seemed to ease the pain somewhat. It's not all bad. If you're going to have tacos "al pastor" with the meat spinning on a stick is the best. At least it's recognizable as meat whereas other times it's so chopped up it's dubious which part of the animal it actually came from. I don't mind the sausage tacos either. The sausage is mildly spicy and makes for a bit of a change. This time we stayed away from fish and shrimp tacos. The problem is they batter the fish and the shrimps so you're eating carbs upon carbs, and they're very hard to digest unless you follow the meal with an unhealthy dose of Coke, not the greatest combination in the world.
Breakfasts in Queretaro were the best. They always serve you a basket of sweet rolls, assorted pastries which can be croissants or something else. Depending on the restaurant you sometimes have to pay for the amount you consume prior to your actual breakfast but sometimes not.
It's the only place so far in Mexico where we've seen that being done.
In Mexico City they serve huge tacos which are called "huaraches" just like the famous shoes.
They're not so great but they're interesting to try ONCE.
Favorite local drinks have been "horchata" which is a rice milk beverage usually flavored with
either vanilla or cinnamon. They keep it ice cold in these huge glass containers. We've never gotten sick from drinking horchata. There's also "jamaica" which is red and made from hibiscus
flowers. It's also served from similar containers. I don't like it as much but it will refresh you in a pinch. We haven't had too many memorable meals as such. Ate lots of "camarones" and fish but there's not much variety in the way they're prepared and it doesn't matter whether you pay a lot or little it's pretty well the same. For a totally different taste you would have to go to really expensive "fusion type cuisine" restaurants and we're usually too cheap to do that.
Although we did splurge on that French restaurant in Puerto Vallarta.
Mexico is not just the Mexico of cruises, beaches, sun, beer and all inclusives. There are plenty of villages in the interior where people are clinging to a way of life which is slowly disappearing. Indigenous languages are being lost, whole populations migrate to cities where all they do is sell trinkets and crap that very few people want to buy anymore. I spoke to a vendor who makes his own stuff and he told me that a lot of the so-called cheaper variety "artesania" is now made in China. I don't find that hard to believe. From one end of Mexico to the other, regardless of what beach or square you're on it's the same mind numbingly bad stuff. There is still real "artesania" to be found for sure but you have to go into boutique stores more and more to find it. Everything is flattened out, that's the price of globalization when entire cultures can be ripped off and sold again at bargain basement prices. Okay Mexico is not there yet but it's coming.
Regardless of its flaws it's still a beautiful country in many ways and what really makes it so appealing are the people. Mexicans are friendly, fun loving and generous. They're also, for the most part, unfailingly polite. It's such a change from Canada where people rarely say hello to each other. We like that a lot. We're not sure when we'll be back. This is possibly the last time we drive to Mexico. We've done it twice now and it is very far away. Driving though gives way to new insights and absurd sights as well. In Queretaro at a stop a man had three things to sell: a huge calculator (China) a medium size globe (China) and a wooden coat rack (not sure where that came from but probably China too). You just never know when you might get the urge to buy one of those three things while waiting for a light to change.
In Mexico in addition to the usual windshield washer crews you can also find the dust removing crew. They have these big mops which they gently swipe over your car while you wait, not a very successful business and not much of a living but unfortunately too many people are stuck doing whatever it takes to rub two pesos together. It's sad,very sad to know that you could be back in 5 years and they might still be doing the same thing, hopelessly.
No shortage of babies in Mexico either although the educated class is sticking to the 2 or 3 rule which is great because it can't afford to have too many more people. I've also noticed that there seems to be a lot more girls than boys I think it's a worldwide trend not specific to here.
Time to move on, hope you've enjoyed traveling with us, thanks for having stuck with it and having accompanied us on this journey, hasta luego amigos.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Mexico City, part 2
Monday was the day we were going to take the Touribus which is a double decker bus that gives you a pretty comprehensive tour of the city. You buy your ticket, get a bracelet and then you can get on and off at various stops along the way. The Touribus is very popular since Mexico city is so spread out that it's impossible to view all the sights on your own in a short period of time.
We walked to the centro after having a copious breakfast of fruit and yogurt. However once we got there we found out that our plans were to be derailed because of a planned demonstration on that day. The circuit around the city would be greatly compromised and thus they couldn't guarantee that if tickets were sold the trip would go ahead. Being an activist of long status I was immediately intrigued by the notion of a massive demonstration. Canada is not known in general for staging those. We're pretty passive, as a population, in general.
Museums are closed on Monday as well so that was out of the question. I was determined to take the metro. There had been stuff on the news about aggressions in the metro but with that many people taking it day in, day out, what could go wrong?
We headed for the subway station. Tickets were cheap, 6 pesos to the two of us. I also asked for directions to Chapultepec Park since I figured it would be open and we could hang out there for a while. The directions were pretty easy to follow. We had to change one subway line and take the one to Obsevatorio (Observatory) where women and children, at the behest of guards, were ushered into one train, and men ushered in another. That was strange but I suppose it's a security measure for women traveling alone. If you're with a man you can opt to go into the mostly male compartment, which is what I did. Stan wouldn't let go of my hand. He's more afraid of getting lost than I am.
We arrived safe and sound only to find out that the park is also closed on Mondays. We knew about the museums but why a park???? Eso es Mexico, some of the rules just don't make sense at all. I didn't want to go back to our hotel. I wanted to walk to the zona rosa which is a famous area of Mexico city. I asked a bus driver and he said it was only 3 semaphoras (lights) ahead of us, a fairly easy walk. That area of the city was no longer colonial, therefore not quite as historic. Lots of big buildings around, a bit of a hodge podge really making it apparent that central planning has not been Mexico city's forte.
The zona rosa is prettier with tree lined streets, residential housing, cafes, nightclubs and restaurants. We ate lunch in one of the restaurants and then moved on towards Paseo de la Reforma which is one of the biggest streets in Mexico city.
As it turned out lots of demonstrators were already massed in that direction. We could see throngs of people with banners furled and unfurled,a great number of buses and watched as the riot police, in full gear, started arriving. They didn't have batons but they had the plastic shields,body armour, helmets etc...It was pretty freaking impressive as a show of force although the people there didn't seem fazed in the least bit. It wasn't their first kick of the can in so far as demonstrations were concerned. I wanted to hang out and talk to some people but Stan was worried we would be caught in the melee. Nevertheless I prevailed. We had to go to the bathroom and were in front of a huge hotel Fiesta Americana, demonstrators were also hanging out in front.
They were actually hanging out everywhere. I was sure that our "white skin" would enable us to find a bathroom without being hassled. In fact I was right as we were given directions to one, no problem. Draw your own conclusions. We came back out and sat down beside an older couple who were there to demonstrate. They came by bus, all the way from Puebla. Twenty buses in all came from there. They live in a pueblo outside the main city. They were farm laborers. He's now too old to work and gets no pension. The average salary for a full day's work (sometimes 12 hours) was between 100-150 pesos (12 pesos to the dollar). They get no help from the government. The land is owned by either a rich family or a corporation. The land is much too expensive to buy. Their children work as day labourers too, caught in the same cycle of poverty.
They get money here and there doing various things, every day is a struggle to put food on the table. They didn't expect much from this demonstration but it was a way to show the government that they still exist. They were incredibly gracious, I would have been pissed but I guess after that many years a certain resignation sets in.
We were impressed with the level of solidarity amongst the various groups,a great many of them indigenous people from forgotten pueblos. This couple took the bus at 4 in the morning and they would be leaving after the demonstration around 9 or 10 o'clock to go back. Many groups bring their own food, set up soup kitchens etc... Sad because so little would come out of this.
We got back to our hotel and hung around for a while. At 6p.m. or so we got out and found the marchers. The demonstrators were heading towards the main zocalo. As we were watching one group veared off and headed for Madeiro which is a pedestrian street. Three cops tried to stop them but they couldn't, the crowd was too big. We followed along with those demonstrators all the way to the zocalo, the only gringos around but at the plaza I bought 3 socialist newspapers in Spanish so we didn't quite look out of place. Many fiery speeches later the demonstrators all headed for home or buses. It was great to have been part of something like that but, as I wrote, incredibly frustrating because no one in a position of power would be listening.
The next day the event (at least 50,000 people+) was reduced to a traffic problem with people complaining about the closed roads, clogged traffic etc..I understand there is "demonstration fatigue" in Mexico city but when a group is consistently marginalized what other choice do they have? The news never addressed once the issue of genuine grievances which the various groups have in terms of poverty, lack of good public education, hours of work, minimum salary, corruption, nepotism, the list is long, very long.
On Tuesday we went to the National Palace to see the murals of Diego Rivera. We had seen some of his murals at the Museum of Bellas Artes (impressive rococo style building) but the ones at the palace were even more impressive. Huge murals recounting much of the history and political influences that have shaped Mexico. A truly astounding work of art which made up for the fact that we didn't go to see Frieda Kahlo's Blue house. The security in that building was pretty impressive too. Next it was the Touribus (too hot, too long, too many stops with the motor still running) and Chapultepec and the Museum of Anthropology where we spent a little over 2 hours. Extremely impressive as well, very thorough, beautiful displays but after a while your eyes kind of glaze over. It's too much information to absorb in too little time.
Tourisbus back to the hotel and then a last stroll to the Zocalo and it was adios Mexico City in the morning. Took the bus back to Queretaro. Our friend Monica picks us up, dropped us off at her house and we were on our way towards Guadalajara. We covered quite a bit of distance and arrived in Mazatlan,2 days later. Stan was pretty sick the night before we got here. He drank some bad water. He's better now but he was weak for a while.
I'm going to add a final blog of bits and pieces and it will be Sayonara for a while. Hope this has been interesting and not too long.
We walked to the centro after having a copious breakfast of fruit and yogurt. However once we got there we found out that our plans were to be derailed because of a planned demonstration on that day. The circuit around the city would be greatly compromised and thus they couldn't guarantee that if tickets were sold the trip would go ahead. Being an activist of long status I was immediately intrigued by the notion of a massive demonstration. Canada is not known in general for staging those. We're pretty passive, as a population, in general.
Museums are closed on Monday as well so that was out of the question. I was determined to take the metro. There had been stuff on the news about aggressions in the metro but with that many people taking it day in, day out, what could go wrong?
We headed for the subway station. Tickets were cheap, 6 pesos to the two of us. I also asked for directions to Chapultepec Park since I figured it would be open and we could hang out there for a while. The directions were pretty easy to follow. We had to change one subway line and take the one to Obsevatorio (Observatory) where women and children, at the behest of guards, were ushered into one train, and men ushered in another. That was strange but I suppose it's a security measure for women traveling alone. If you're with a man you can opt to go into the mostly male compartment, which is what I did. Stan wouldn't let go of my hand. He's more afraid of getting lost than I am.
We arrived safe and sound only to find out that the park is also closed on Mondays. We knew about the museums but why a park???? Eso es Mexico, some of the rules just don't make sense at all. I didn't want to go back to our hotel. I wanted to walk to the zona rosa which is a famous area of Mexico city. I asked a bus driver and he said it was only 3 semaphoras (lights) ahead of us, a fairly easy walk. That area of the city was no longer colonial, therefore not quite as historic. Lots of big buildings around, a bit of a hodge podge really making it apparent that central planning has not been Mexico city's forte.
The zona rosa is prettier with tree lined streets, residential housing, cafes, nightclubs and restaurants. We ate lunch in one of the restaurants and then moved on towards Paseo de la Reforma which is one of the biggest streets in Mexico city.
As it turned out lots of demonstrators were already massed in that direction. We could see throngs of people with banners furled and unfurled,a great number of buses and watched as the riot police, in full gear, started arriving. They didn't have batons but they had the plastic shields,body armour, helmets etc...It was pretty freaking impressive as a show of force although the people there didn't seem fazed in the least bit. It wasn't their first kick of the can in so far as demonstrations were concerned. I wanted to hang out and talk to some people but Stan was worried we would be caught in the melee. Nevertheless I prevailed. We had to go to the bathroom and were in front of a huge hotel Fiesta Americana, demonstrators were also hanging out in front.
They were actually hanging out everywhere. I was sure that our "white skin" would enable us to find a bathroom without being hassled. In fact I was right as we were given directions to one, no problem. Draw your own conclusions. We came back out and sat down beside an older couple who were there to demonstrate. They came by bus, all the way from Puebla. Twenty buses in all came from there. They live in a pueblo outside the main city. They were farm laborers. He's now too old to work and gets no pension. The average salary for a full day's work (sometimes 12 hours) was between 100-150 pesos (12 pesos to the dollar). They get no help from the government. The land is owned by either a rich family or a corporation. The land is much too expensive to buy. Their children work as day labourers too, caught in the same cycle of poverty.
They get money here and there doing various things, every day is a struggle to put food on the table. They didn't expect much from this demonstration but it was a way to show the government that they still exist. They were incredibly gracious, I would have been pissed but I guess after that many years a certain resignation sets in.
We were impressed with the level of solidarity amongst the various groups,a great many of them indigenous people from forgotten pueblos. This couple took the bus at 4 in the morning and they would be leaving after the demonstration around 9 or 10 o'clock to go back. Many groups bring their own food, set up soup kitchens etc... Sad because so little would come out of this.
We got back to our hotel and hung around for a while. At 6p.m. or so we got out and found the marchers. The demonstrators were heading towards the main zocalo. As we were watching one group veared off and headed for Madeiro which is a pedestrian street. Three cops tried to stop them but they couldn't, the crowd was too big. We followed along with those demonstrators all the way to the zocalo, the only gringos around but at the plaza I bought 3 socialist newspapers in Spanish so we didn't quite look out of place. Many fiery speeches later the demonstrators all headed for home or buses. It was great to have been part of something like that but, as I wrote, incredibly frustrating because no one in a position of power would be listening.
The next day the event (at least 50,000 people+) was reduced to a traffic problem with people complaining about the closed roads, clogged traffic etc..I understand there is "demonstration fatigue" in Mexico city but when a group is consistently marginalized what other choice do they have? The news never addressed once the issue of genuine grievances which the various groups have in terms of poverty, lack of good public education, hours of work, minimum salary, corruption, nepotism, the list is long, very long.
On Tuesday we went to the National Palace to see the murals of Diego Rivera. We had seen some of his murals at the Museum of Bellas Artes (impressive rococo style building) but the ones at the palace were even more impressive. Huge murals recounting much of the history and political influences that have shaped Mexico. A truly astounding work of art which made up for the fact that we didn't go to see Frieda Kahlo's Blue house. The security in that building was pretty impressive too. Next it was the Touribus (too hot, too long, too many stops with the motor still running) and Chapultepec and the Museum of Anthropology where we spent a little over 2 hours. Extremely impressive as well, very thorough, beautiful displays but after a while your eyes kind of glaze over. It's too much information to absorb in too little time.
Tourisbus back to the hotel and then a last stroll to the Zocalo and it was adios Mexico City in the morning. Took the bus back to Queretaro. Our friend Monica picks us up, dropped us off at her house and we were on our way towards Guadalajara. We covered quite a bit of distance and arrived in Mazatlan,2 days later. Stan was pretty sick the night before we got here. He drank some bad water. He's better now but he was weak for a while.
I'm going to add a final blog of bits and pieces and it will be Sayonara for a while. Hope this has been interesting and not too long.
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