Still in Guanajuato

Wednesday, December 27

We began our second day in Guanajuato with a still clogged toilet...but it was sunny and warm.

Amazing weather. 22 C and sunny.

Also, we had this genius idea:

"We're in Mexico, let's wear mini-skirts and knee-highs.. it's warm."


After taking ample photos of ourselves, we headed to town to catch the bus to the mumias (mummy museum).


This fellow crossed our path.


Photography: house, street, mountain.


The only way to downtown we got waved and honked at. One car even turned around and found us 10 minutes later at which point two about 30-year-old Mexican men pulled over, hopped out and ran over to us to ask us if we'd like to go dancing. We told them we didn't remember the name of our hotel, which we later confessed was "Hotel Guanajuato" (it definitely wasn't that one).

We found the bus without much trouble...and hopped on to almost a school bus that was standard. Biggest gear-shift ever! Also one of the scarier bus rides I've been on, however, the bus did drive past this:

Didn't quite catch that? It looks familiar, right?


"You can't eat just one"

The Mummy Museum was just one fiasco, no one spoke English but assured us that someone else did. We got frustrated and just went through the disgusting museum ourselves. These aren't Egyptian mummies, these were accidental, so the people are just mummified and naked.

When we got outside, we talked about how gross the whole thing was and how we just couldn't eat anything, until a man approached us with churros and Keren shelled out the 5 pesos and buys 6 for us. They are deep fried dough, covered in sugar, filled with strawberry cream (or cajeta, etc.) sticks. Taaasty. The area is really nice, it's on top of another mountain, so we walked around.




And took photographs of strangers.








Ker, Ker.


Me looking funny...but wait, what's that in the side mirror of that cab?


The cab driver staring at us.

Then we walked down where all the cars are going.

Me taking some photo.


I wish I'd managed to snap one of these.

Walls+miniskirt = no sweat.



How amazing is Guanajuato?




After taking ridiculous amounts of photographs, we headed back to town...there's just one bus direction that loops around the whole city...the bus ride down was much scarier and the seats were awful. We did pass the Don Quixote museum though.

Back in the city, we went back to the garden and got food...amazing, amazing, spicy ass food.

In this photo: quesadillas, guacamole, bean dip, an alley, staircase on the side of the theatre, residential area and mountain!


Pineapple juice. Ker can photograph models...of juice.

The whole time we were eating, the same guy kept pestering us to buy blankets.


The theatre...


Where this guy made fun of us...probably, we didn't really understand.


So then we sat down to watch the show... but really had no idea what was going on, so we left after 10 minutes.


Apparently this is a ficus tree...err trees.


Keren met yet another man.

Probably around 5 or so, we headed back to the hotel to rest up before dinner.

that's me resting.


Keren checking the status of her burn, I mean tan. There are about 5 of these per day, at least. It's coming along nicely though.

After a team nap, yes, there were two beds, but like losers, somehow ended up passed out next to each other, we went out to dinner at a fancy schmancy dinner.

It was on yet another mountain somewhere scary where there are winding roads with no guard-rails.


Such tourists.




After dinner we headed to a salsa bar, the only place open on a Wednesday night. It was pretty uneventful, once the salsa dancing broke out, we jetted in fear of horribly embarassing ourselves. But damn, can they dance!

Thursday, December 28
That morning, we headed off to town to catch all the last sights we missed.

Where we stopped at least once a day to hang out.




People selling stuff.


Public transit.


So then we wandered around.




Probably one of my favourite photos from the trip.




An important church, a really pretty street...mountains.


We didn't quite figure out what this building was, there was a restaurant in there but you could walk through it.




We were really far from the centre by this point...then we climbed to the top of that bridge.


Note: how amazing is this weather...it's 20-25C and sunny.


Then went up those stairs.




Then we hung around for a while... apparently there was a huge drop behind that ledge we were sitting on.

We went back to the city centre and decided to go into the theatre-Teatro.

That's me being lazy and snapping a shot.

Keren took her time:

In my defense, since my camera was broken, I was using my dad's which has a 1" screen, whereas mine and Keren's cameras each have 3", so I couldn't see my photos.





The lounge in the theatre.








Back outside..









And another one of these guys

It was about 2 or 3 at this point, so we decided we should get some juice...

in a bag! I got guava, Keren got pineapple.. We both mostly drank the guava and couldn't even finish it. If you've never had guava juice, it's almost like eating a guava, it's just pulp.

On the way back to the hotel, we picked up another snack:

Apparently back in the day these were amazing, now they are just ok. It's a chocolate sponge cake thing, with cream, covered in chocolate, it's supposed to be eaten frozen, which we didn't do and probably took away from the experience. Whenever I say that word in my head, it sounds like those ducks are saying.

We also picked up "Charlie," a man walking down the street with his 12-year-old son! How ridiculous is that? Charlie was in his mid-thirties and invited us dancing.

Then we headed to the bus station...

Guns and knives are prohibited.


Where no one speaks English. That's the bus line we were supposed to take, except the bus was broken so there was a delay. When we showed up after the delay, they cracked up and eventually communicated that there's no bus and we have about 3 minutes to go buy tickets for the other bus company and make the bus.


This bus line, not nearly as nice as the first one.


We did meet this fellow in line...his name was Christian, I think. When we got to Mexico City, he was nice enough to walk us to the taxi stand.. Mexico City bus terminal = mega dangerous, especially at midnight.

Back at Alicia's everything was fine...until I woke up in the middle of the night to find Keren gone and I vaguely heard her aunt asking her if she was still throwing up. Turns out that sandwich they gave us on the bus, ham and cheese croissant, made her quite sick. She was up all night, poor kid... I've never been so glad to be a vegetarian.