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We arrived yesterday by long distance bus in the "Distrito Federal", known to the outside world as Mexico City. It's four or five hours from Guanujanto to here.
I expected it to be something like Cairo, but it is not. Nonetheless, the Mexico City metro is quite something at rush hour when passengers are pressed against the windows and doors. Five million people ride that subway every day, they say.
It was raining when we arrived, from a smog-grey sky. The first hostel we visited was 'Casa de Amigos,' a Quaker guesthouse. They had no space, though--I found it mildly ironic to be turned out into a lightning storm by the Quakers. (They did, however, ask us whether we needed any money, or anything else.)
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In the evening in Guanajuato we returned to our hostel to make friends. We immdiately ran into our roommate, a french boy by the name of Alexandre, who introduced us to the eight chicas next door. It was a studentfiesta in the city, with thousands upon thousands of students filling the streets of Guanajuato. The girls were from the nearby city of Aguascalientes, in town for a week-long symposium on Cervantes and Don Quixote. They conscripted us to the dance floor, attempted to teach us to Salsa. Entirely hopeless, wholly hilarious.
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This morning we toured ancient pyramids outside of the city.
Last night we saw Star Wars in a cinema a few blocks from our hostel. Watching an American movie is a good way to forget your whereabouts; but then afterwards we set out again into this alien city.
I expected it to be something like Cairo, but it is not. Nonetheless, the Mexico City metro is quite something at rush hour when passengers are pressed against the windows and doors. Five million people ride that subway every day, they say.
It was raining when we arrived, from a smog-grey sky. The first hostel we visited was 'Casa de Amigos,' a Quaker guesthouse. They had no space, though--I found it mildly ironic to be turned out into a lightning storm by the Quakers. (They did, however, ask us whether we needed any money, or anything else.)
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In the evening in Guanajuato we returned to our hostel to make friends. We immdiately ran into our roommate, a french boy by the name of Alexandre, who introduced us to the eight chicas next door. It was a studentfiesta in the city, with thousands upon thousands of students filling the streets of Guanajuato. The girls were from the nearby city of Aguascalientes, in town for a week-long symposium on Cervantes and Don Quixote. They conscripted us to the dance floor, attempted to teach us to Salsa. Entirely hopeless, wholly hilarious.
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This morning we toured ancient pyramids outside of the city.
Last night we saw Star Wars in a cinema a few blocks from our hostel. Watching an American movie is a good way to forget your whereabouts; but then afterwards we set out again into this alien city.
