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On the Road Again

One of the best things about having no destination are the places you end up. Some are better than others but it is always exciting to be driving down an unknown road to find a beach town at the end. Today we said goodbye to Oaxaca and entered the state of Guerrero, which has been hit hard with a drop in tourism over the last few years.

We are in Playa Ventura, about 1.5 hours south of Acapulco. It looks as though it was once a thriving coastal town but now it is empty. Really, really empty. We are the only non Mexicans here. We pulled in at 3:30, hot and hungry, the streets were quiet and so were the hotels. I had looked on Trip Advisor and found 4 possible places to stay-all of them were crap. The first one was very dirty and over priced, the second one had 2 pit bulls come barking at us and when we jumped back in the car the owner came out and got all huffy that we called her dogs crazy. And the other 2 places we couldn’t find. Thankfully we happened upon a small bungalow rental with secure parking. The couple that own it are very nice and have been quite helpful.

The town has a bad vibe though. Really desperate. We have been told the place is always empty and the people seem unhappy. The small vegetable market is poorly stocked and the produce is all spoiling. Nick and I don’t like the feel here so we are going to get back on the road really early.

We were up at 6 am and on the road by 7am. Whew. I’m not going there again! The owner of the place we stayed said it is totally safe, there is just no work and since the drug wars started the tourists stopped coming. The place made me feel sad. Nick and the girls said the same.

I like being out early, we got to see the kids on their way to school, the roosters strutting and doing their thing. Packs of mangey dogs having an early morning scratch and a look around before the heat sets in. We watched the sun rise over the incredibly tropical coastline and went in search for coffee.

The girls were also quite alert this morning and we talked about education, drug wars, practiced Spanish, and how to give adequate notice in roadworks so you don’t almost crash…We also explained the toll road system down here, it seems to me that you charge a cuota, and thenyou start building the better highway. Today I paid 100 pesos for 13km of road that was under construction the whole way. So irritating but if we went around we would have ended up driving through Acapulco. Not fun. I saw today, for the first time, another gringo tourist travelling by car. Seems unlikely, doesn’t it? We have covered a lot of miles and it was at a military checkpoint that I saw them. Almost stopped for a chat but given the circumstances we carried on. Holy police and military around Acapulco!! Three levels: state police, federal police and the military. Faces covered, big machine guns mounted on pick up trucks-pretty intense. They were only around the city and once we cleared through we didn’t see them again.

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Off to Zihuatenajo next and the Michoacan coast. Very Excited:)

Mexico at Night

It’s 3 am and we are in Queretaro staying with friends we met in Canada just a few weeks ago. Their place is high above the city in a lovely residential neighbourhood that we couldn’t have experienced otherwise. Here’s the kicker; there is a LIVE Mariachi band playing outside across the street. No neighbours are complaining, the police haven’t been called, it is just part of the fabric of Mexican culture. For us, it’s a mixed blessing, we love the music and the pursuit of a good time in this country but we are also used to quiet nights so no one can sleep through it. I wonder when they will finish? I have plans at 9 am and I’d like to workout beforehand.

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Can you see the Mariachi player under the light? They have 3 trumpets.

The road since Tlaquepaque has been an interesting one. The weather has gotten cooler as we have climbed into the mountains and we are in shorts from noon until 5ish but then the warm clothes come on again. We left Tlaquepaque around midday and set the GPS to Guanajuato. I was driving so I gave Samantha another chance as I felt really stressed trying to navigate city traffic and Spanish. She redeemed herself somewhat. Although, we did end up going through a very small town, where according to her directions the road disappeared and we were on a dirt path through an abandoned lot. BUT, it did spit us out back near a ring road and provided a bit of adventure. No one died! Yay Samantha!!

All the guide books recommend that you DO NOT drive in Guanajuato, it is a city of tunnels that intersect underground and the parking in the centro is a nightmare. So we stayed at a very overpriced hotel on the edge of town and they shuttled us in. The shuttle and comfy bed were the only good things I can say about this place. By the time we left I was weary with the incompetence of every person in there. Sadly my Spanish isn’t good enough to complain effectively, I only get blank stares.

I love, love, love Guanajuato. It is a city steeped in history, the fight for Mexican Independance was based in this area and the architecture is pretty awesome. It is also a city of stairs, narrow passages, breathtaking views and friendly people. We walked up to the top of El Pipila to the viewpoint at the top ( about 500 steps, I swear) and then carried on to Diego Rivera’s childhood home that is now a museum. That’s where I realized I left my water bottle at the top of El Pipila and had to turn around and run back up. Everyone declined to come with me. Lazy so and so’s.

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I would like to return to Guanajuato, spend a week or two in the area; I think we just scratched the surface. There are hot springs, numerous galleries and museums plus some pretty great shopping.

We moved on from there to San Miguel de Allede but I’ll write about it tomorrow. The Mariachi band has finished, it’s 4am and the people across the street have moved on to house music. It’s quieter, relatively speaking, and I am going to try to sleep.

Tlaquepaque and Navigation

Ok, we fired Samantha, the USA GPS voice because she was butchering all the Spanish pronunciations of the streets and highways we are travelling. I felt bad for her for a minute but she was really really irritating. So now it is Ana from Latin America but that means we have to follow directions in Spanish as well. A crash course whilst navigating the Autopista in Guadalajara. Interesting to say the least.

We took the toll road through Colima to get here, very boring except for 2 guys carrying tree trunks down the highway and what appeared to be a dead horse. Oh, and the volcano was smoking so that was pretty neat as well. We went through 3 tolls costing 125p each. Now these tolls are for the upkeep of the road, divided highway and all that. But, one special stretch of road is single lane, going uphill and every massive Mexican truck loaded with sugarcane flying everywhere is directly in front of you. And you know what’s at the top of the hill? A double lane, divided highway, that’s what. Seriously?! Well, Nick swore a blue streak. The kids are now much more educated in English swear words.

Once we pulled into town and went for a wander around the square, we had a bite to eat, booked a hotel and then had to find the hotel in the dark. That was a mistake. This is Mexican, large city, 5 lane, aggressive driving. We trusted Ana to take us there and she did okay except for not mentioning that we had to pull across 5 lanes choked with buses spewing black smoke, taxis weaving in and out, and people cycling. Seriously cycling, in the dark on a major freeway. Needless to say we missed our entrance to the hotel. Nick pulled over across the street and we all just stared at it forlornly. Our only option was to go around the ring road again and have another crack at it. This time Nick wasn’t taking any shit and he drove just like the Mexicans and we made it! I think I sprouted a few new grey hairs.

So here we are. At the El Tapatio Hotel, a gated bizarre collection of private residences and resort. It has a winding cobblestone road that goes up, up, up and the hotel is at the top. It has a 360 degree view of the city and the biggest swimming pool I have ever seen. There is a nightclub, 3 restaurants, a game room, store, etc. The most interesting thing is that it is crawling with the federales. There are at least a hundred of them. They are patrolling, and one is sitting out by our car now. Everyone is acting nonchalant but when we asked at reception he was vague and wouldn’t say. I don’t know if I feel more safe or less. The bellman said there is an “event” happening so perhaps someone important is here for a wedding or meeting. It reminds us of another well maintained but perpetually empty resort called Las Hadas, reportedly run by a cartel. I’m curious to see what it looks by daylight.

Our food on the road hasn’t been great. I had fruit and nuts in the car today but we ended up skipping lunch and had an early dinner around 4. Georgia was ready to kill by then and honestly, we were all cranky. That was 5 hours in the car. Of course everyone was hungry again at 9 so we ordered pizza. If we could’ve navigated off this damn mountaintop in the dark we might have been able to find something better.

Tomorrow, we will spend the morning in the beautiful galleries of Tlaquepaque and then head towards Queratero.

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