Back to Blighty....older, wiser and totally broke
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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Erica on the other hand possibly fared even worse, she seemed to be up all night blowing her nose and coughing and spluttering all over me trying to ensure she is not the only one ill
Anyway we had the hostel breako which didn´t really disappoint with scrambled eggs toast and coffee. That will do us nicely. We then spent a bit of time packing and repacking before dumping our bags in the luggage room while we waited for our final excursion of the trip. The hostel ran a free city tour around old Mexico city with a suggested tip of 3 pound a head. You cant grumble at that. The guide arrived at 10am complete with a bandana and a sombrero we kind of gathered he was a bit of a character.
There were only about 6 of us on the tour but he seemed more than happy with that so we set off into town, where we visited the Cathedral, the Government buildings with fantastic murals which just contained so much detail. I started to get the guys warped sense of humour and after next to no time he was staring in the opposite direction, I looked over then he spun around to Erica and said "look I catch your boyfriend staring at sexy Mexican women, he likes them but he is in love with you". About five minutes later he was telling me that the average penis size of a Englishman is larger than that of a Mexican that is why tall, good looking men with blond hair like myself are in demand all over the world and Mexican men are not. I didnt even know how to respond to that but before I could the sombrero was over the front of my shorts with him shouting "look his penis will not even fit in my sombrero", I instantly started to shy away and walk at the back of the group rather than the front
We then took in the museum of the city of Mexico which we had to pay a token amount to enter, we were amazed at the studio of Clausell, it had almost small postcards everywhere and tourists are generally not allowed to enter but with a guide as cheeky and cocky as ours we could pretty much do anything.
We then saw various other buildings around the city as well as the Hospital de Jesus, the oldest hospital in Latin America where he just barged in and showed us around it was stunning, not like any other hospital you have seen. We then went to a local bar, mainly for locals, it was a Pulque Hacienda, it was a great place with very old swing doors, and half litre glasses of this very viscous and strong tasting drink for about 1 pounds including a local bean and chili tortilla or five. Whilst none of the others like the fermented plant drink we actually loved it and drank everyones. I can see why it isnt everyones bag to be fair. It used to be the most traditional and most consumed drink in Mexico however from over 1000 bars at the start of the last century only one or two are left in Mexico City. Of course the guide then singled me out, with some very strongly worded sexual suggestions as a consequence of drinking all that. I'll leave that to your imagination
We next visited what was perhaps the biggest surprise we had in Mexico city, a cake shop, but just like no cake shop you have ever seen before nor even dreamed of, it was huge, you just need to see the size of some of the wedding cakes, I think even Jenny would be amazed at the size of some of these cakes. There were rooms and rooms of the things, and the shop floor downstairs was heaving full of people shopping by the boxful not per item, bonkers. We splashed out on a chicken and chili empanada (even though the last thing I need at the moment are more chilis I have eaten so much chili in Mexico I´m surprised I havent poo´d out any internal organs) and for lady E some kind of cake.
We then headed to a few more museums and palaces before ending in what we would have to say as the most amazing post office we have ever seen. The guide collected his tips and suggested I try and gather a hareem for the evening consisting of Lady E and the three Aussies.... but not the German you dont want her, with that it was all over our final trip of the year, a highly enjoyable day, so Erica and I walked back towards the hostel (only with the German girl) much to the amusement of our guide.
We headed back to the internet cafe to update our blog for the last time
We will update again in a few days detailing our thoughts about our trip, our favourite places, boring bits of advice for our fellow travelers and future round the world trippers. It really is a sad day but at least we can see our family, friends and other loved ones for the first time in a year. The sad truth is though for a proper round the world trip a year is nowhere near long enough, we have pretty much worked our arses off for a year without too many breaks and times to chill out and this trip really has opened our eyes to just how big and how small the world really is.
Well its time to sign out of our last internet cafe, I just cant wait to get home and an advanced warning, pity the fool who has a bin in their bathroom, it will be full of used toilet roll, thankfully we have an excuse its an automatic reaction after spending so long in countries where the drains just cant cope with it. I´m looking forward to using this excuse for several years, you know walking through peoples houses or future workplaces with handfuls of used toilet roll asking where the bin is. Just brilliant.