Hasta Luego Mexico!
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Return home
It was a quick visit, but a good one. Still, it was good to get home again, with the exception that all of the Immigration officials on duty when I arrived in the line went off duty precisely 5 minutes after I arrived. Every booth on my side of the line closed at the same time. It took another 45 minutes to get through immigration with half the officers on duty. I'm glad I didn't have a close connection!
Taxis / Trip to the airport
I was a little worried about how to catch a cab to the
airport from the historic district because in the past it has been very
dangerous to catch a cab on the street. I
decided I would go to the Holiday Inn in the the district and ask them to call
me a cab (the preferred practice). This
worked fine. I think its interesting to
see how the taxi industry is regulated.
From the airport, you pay a person at a dispatch stand and he gives the
taxi driver a token to redeem for payment.
This way the rider doesn’t get ripped off, and the driver doesn’t have to carry as much
cash around (and risk getting robbed).
It works the other way from hotels as well. There are also set zones in the city with
fixed rates. One of our colleagues took
a cab on a meter for a return trip to the hotel and it cost less than the
amount he paid to get to his destination originally. Interesting.
Mexican Pleasantness
There have been several instances when I was impressed with
the pleasant nature of the people I have encountered. When I mentioned to the concierge at the
hotel that I didn’t have a hat for the trip to the pyramids, he went to the
back office and gave me one that the hotel sells (for free). When I was walking on the street and was
approaching a man head on, he went out of his way to step aside and let me pass
by him. In many streets that I’ve
walked, its more like a game of chicken where the weakest person steps aside at
the last minute and usually brushes against the other one on their way. I already noted that cabs and other drivers
seem to take turns as they merge and move in busy traffic without much
animosity. Its probably too much to
chalk it up to a national culture, but it has been a good experience.
Dia de los Muertos
So many different images for this holiday that people seem to really enjoy celebrating. My colleague for Sweden seemed to find it surprising that children were not scared of all the skeletons everywhere.
I found it amusing that some of the skeletons were seemly dressed like supermodels (or barbie dolls or something).
I found it amusing that some of the skeletons were seemly dressed like supermodels (or barbie dolls or something).
Or just naked bodies
This one at the Holiday Inn had a skull with every employee's name on it divided by the different divisions (maintenance, front desk, etc.)
This one was my favorite
A stroll in the city
My companion was heading to the antiquities museum, but I
didn’t have time to see the museum and still catch my flight, so I decided to
stroll down one of the pedestrian ways that criss cross the historic
district. It was about 9:30 in the
morning and there was a lot of activity in preparation for a busy day. Shopkeepers were busy sweeping and scrubbing
the sidewalks in front of their stores.
(There was quite a bit of trash in evidence). Cops were on every street corner in
force. I just looked at the different
stores and people going by. Lots of pedestrians
mostly heading toward the central plaza.
I didn’t feel too conspicuous even though I was dragging along my
suitcase with me.
People will laugh at me, but I stopped for at least 10
minutes to watch a trash truck crew at work.
I stood unobtrusively on a corner across the street. The truck was stopped along a side street
with a giant pile of trash bags and boxes behind it. Two men were in the bed of the trash truck
ripping open flimsy trash bags and pulling trash out of them, then all four men
in the crew would start pulling out recyclables and sorting them into different
sturdy trash bags. Once they finished
sorting, they hauled each of the bags with the glass up to the top of the
truck. They were quite heavy from the
way they strained to get them on top. I
was really surprised the bags didn’t break.
A guy on stop started stacking the bags full of glass way up on the top
of the truck and tying them down. I was
surprised to see how compact they could get with those bags.
Then they started breaking down all of the boxes and
stacking them carefully on a length of rope so they bundle them tightly. I wanted to stay to watch them load up the
giant reinforced bag that they sorted the plastics into, but some raindrops
were falling and I didn’t want to get caught in a rainstorm.
Manual Labor
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