Writing from Guanajuato, Guanajuato, a medieval style city roughly in the middle of this very non-medieval country. This morning I visited the museo de los momias and saw a bunch of dead folks in glass cases. it was pretty cool. i'm having fun indulging my morbid curiosity.
To backtrack un poco, from Baja i took another ferry across to los mochis. my last night was spent on the beach where i befriended some old folks and played banjo for them. they were nice. i tried to hitch a ride onto the boat via truck but sadly it proved too diffucult. often i find my methods of getting around seem to confound others. as it turned out i had another little writing windfall last week so my budget plan of leaving the country with next to nothing seems to be working out fine.
from los mochis i went to the quiet little ye-olde town of El Fuerte, historic yadayada, but mainly because it's a pleasant starting point for the Chihuahua-Pacifico train which winds its way through Copper Canyon, and I heard it was bigger and more spectacular than the Grand one. it kind of is. the train trip has to be one of the most beautiful in the world. i made friends with a spiritualist and read her cards, and hung out the open window taking lots and lots and lots of pictures as we rucshed through some astonishingly picturesque country.
hopped off to spend the night in Divisadero where i briefly lost my bags and regained them and in the process made friends with a Nice Young Man who worked at the hotel and gave me a place to stay. Barranca del Cobre is on my list of places to go back to with more money one day as the expensive hotels look pretty nice from the outside.
but i am still free of such nuisances as plenty cash, so i hitched out of there up to Chihuahua with a paleta salesman, ate my fill of iceblocks, then immediately got on an overnight bus to Guadalajara, feeling dangerously intoxicated with momentum. over that one now.
guadalajara has cool public art and nice buildings but it's a city city. a could-be-anywhere city.
the country is different further south. more mexican if that is a reasonable thing to say. people are friendly. hitching is fairly easy for una chica solita, mainly cause men think they have to rescue me - macho culture works in my favour here, but i do get the impression the entire country is populated by lonely thirtysomething men. most of the harassment is really quite polite.
i went through a little wave of homesickness last week but it didn't stick. yesterday 'land down under' came on the radio in a truck i was in and i didn't even feel nostalgic. that song once made me weep, which is totally embarrassing.
ah australia, i do miss you. at least once a day i say 'yes, we have many kangaroos. we eat them.' about once a day i promise to put someone in a novel. i may have to write a book about mexico... but i prefer to keep my travelling life as a separate project. another curious craft to sail in...
To backtrack un poco, from Baja i took another ferry across to los mochis. my last night was spent on the beach where i befriended some old folks and played banjo for them. they were nice. i tried to hitch a ride onto the boat via truck but sadly it proved too diffucult. often i find my methods of getting around seem to confound others. as it turned out i had another little writing windfall last week so my budget plan of leaving the country with next to nothing seems to be working out fine.
from los mochis i went to the quiet little ye-olde town of El Fuerte, historic yadayada, but mainly because it's a pleasant starting point for the Chihuahua-Pacifico train which winds its way through Copper Canyon, and I heard it was bigger and more spectacular than the Grand one. it kind of is. the train trip has to be one of the most beautiful in the world. i made friends with a spiritualist and read her cards, and hung out the open window taking lots and lots and lots of pictures as we rucshed through some astonishingly picturesque country.
hopped off to spend the night in Divisadero where i briefly lost my bags and regained them and in the process made friends with a Nice Young Man who worked at the hotel and gave me a place to stay. Barranca del Cobre is on my list of places to go back to with more money one day as the expensive hotels look pretty nice from the outside.
but i am still free of such nuisances as plenty cash, so i hitched out of there up to Chihuahua with a paleta salesman, ate my fill of iceblocks, then immediately got on an overnight bus to Guadalajara, feeling dangerously intoxicated with momentum. over that one now.
guadalajara has cool public art and nice buildings but it's a city city. a could-be-anywhere city.
the country is different further south. more mexican if that is a reasonable thing to say. people are friendly. hitching is fairly easy for una chica solita, mainly cause men think they have to rescue me - macho culture works in my favour here, but i do get the impression the entire country is populated by lonely thirtysomething men. most of the harassment is really quite polite.
i went through a little wave of homesickness last week but it didn't stick. yesterday 'land down under' came on the radio in a truck i was in and i didn't even feel nostalgic. that song once made me weep, which is totally embarrassing.
ah australia, i do miss you. at least once a day i say 'yes, we have many kangaroos. we eat them.' about once a day i promise to put someone in a novel. i may have to write a book about mexico... but i prefer to keep my travelling life as a separate project. another curious craft to sail in...
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