Continued from Mexico City Day 1.
I didn’t set my alarm last night, and I slept like a baby until traffic started honking in unison outside of my window. The honking didn’t happen until 9am, so it was alright. I felt rested, got out of bed and went straight to check my email.
Some of my friends who are also attending the wedding are arriving on Thursday. I’ve been trying to coordinate with JM and BM(See Portland for reference) on what they wanted to do on Friday. JM was supposed to email me so that I can plan accordingly and not do the things that they wanted to do on Friday ahead of time by myself. Well, I didn’t get an email today, so I guess I’ll just say “Fuck It!” and do whatever I feel like doing. I am actually a little peeved about not hearing back from him despite him saying that he would email me back.
Now that I don’t have to coordinate with others on the order I see the city, it didn’t take long for me to decide on what I wanted to do today. Whenever I travel, it’s always the attarctions that I have to leave the city for that I stress out about. The fact that I have to leave the familiarity of the city, the subway, the bus, the taxi, the train, the walking, and whatnot keeps me stressed. So many more things could go wrong when you leave the city. What if the bus/train/car breaks down, what if I can’t find my way back, what if I can’t even find my way there, etc. You get the idea. I decided that I would spend the day going outside of Mexico City and go visit Teotihuacan so that I can get the stressful part of travel out of the way first. Now I need to get downstairs and eat free breakfast that they serve until 10am.
After a hearty early lunch, out the door I go to the bus stop.
Aha! I got a seat. Not long after I sat down, a couple speaking English sat down right next to me. I asked them where they were from, and the girl said she was from Oregon and the guy was from Alberta. They were also headed to Teotihuacan. Almost immediately after our introduction, the guy said that he thinks he may have seen me walking around Centro yesterday. I most definitely do have a distinct “look”.
As soon as I got on the bus, a guy hands me two markers. WTF? It didn’t take long for me to figure out that he was trying to sell these. He would pass them all out, and then collect them back up, unless you wanted to buy it. People do this all the time, does it ever work?
The scales are enormous here. I bet that’s at least a mile to the closer pyramid. This road that I am on is called the Avenue of the Dead. I had also decided to break off from my new friends as I was eager to get going and they were taking their time taking everything in.
Proof of life, in front of the Pyramid of the Sun. The weather is actually pretty nice in the high 70s. I could have worn shorts, but there was a nice breeze in the area. Speaking of weather, it’s supposed to be nice and sunny the entire week that I am here.
Made it to the top! I would have felt better about myself had some little girls not called out to their grandmother, who also made the climb. I don’t know how she did it, because it’s actually a treacherous climb due to the steep and narrow steps.
Well, I didn’t fall down and die. I did have one semi close call when there was some loose dirt on one of the steps. After reaching ground level, it was about a 20 minute walk back to the entrance I came in.
I got on my bus, showed the bus driver my ticket and asked him if he was going back to Mexico City. He said yes then said something else to me in Spanish. I have no idea what he is talking about. Is my ticket no good? He says something else to me again, this time louder and faster. OK, I think he’s trying to tell me that I need to buy a ticket. Where do I buy a ticket? Now he is almost screaming at me and talking faster than I’ve ever talked before in my life. Yeah dude, whenever someone can’t understand me, louder and faster always gets the message across.
I looked at all the other people on the bus with my sad pleading eyes. I searched for a savior amongst all those emotionless eyes. Someone please save me from this embarrassing limelight. Finally, another traveler worked up enough courage to speak up. Apparently, I have to pay the driver again for the return ticket. I thanked my savior and then paid the driver the price of the return ticket.
I was unable to get a good photo since I sat on the other side of the bus, but there were mountains of these grey houses seemingly built on a 45 degree incline. I am guessing they are not living here for the view, but rather because the land is cheap and the slope undesirable.
Back at the bus terminal. I am pretty tired. Originally, I had planned on seeing Basilica de Guadelupe, but it’s out of the way and I don’t feel like way finding in traffic. I am going to head back towards the hotel, and maybe see something else along the way.
When I reached in my pocket to take out 4 pesos to paid for the ride, the guy who I had asked about the direction of the bus said that I just need three. He had a five peso coin, and since they don’t give back change, his extra peso would go towards my ticket. As he said that, he handed me the five peso coin to pay for us both. Nice people exist in Mexico City. Everyone I’ve come in contact with here has generally been really friendly and nice. I didn’t know what I was expecting originally, but I’ve definitely been pleasantly surprised. As is always the case, the female sex still treats me nicer in every foreign country that I’ve visited, and Mexico is no exception. Ladies, show me some love.
To be continued at Mexico City Day 2 Part 2.