Jun 30, 2008
May 09, 2009
Ooops. Assumed that combis to Mexcaltitan, an hour away from Santiago Ixcuintla, would depart more than 3 times a day. Maybe cos was Sunday? Anyway this meant that our pilgrimage to the tiny island in the centre of the lily strewn lake that is said to be the original island of Aztlan, home city to a tribe called the Mexica, who would later become famous for their boodthirsty empire building and be better known as the Aztecs, was restricted to half an hour (although I could rant on about what we later discovered to be an erroneous decision to actually believe mexican timetables but I think I may have already mentioned it a couple of times. So must resist urge to be boring transport obsessed nerd). Luckily the island is teeny weeny and it only took about 20 minutes to walk around, admiring the wheel spokes inspired road system and trying to peer subtly into the faces of the people we saw lounging in the square to find some resemblence to Moctezuma. Was quite exciting to be in the place where it supposedly all began, especially since reading Gary Jennings book "Aztec" a few years ago where Aztlan is mentioned as the source of a priceless stone relic and tasty eel suppers, and would have liked to stay for the modern equivalent in the fish restaurant on the shore- we could see all kinds of treats being delivered but wasn't going to risk modern Aztec warfare by trying to nick a bit. But we got here, bowed our heads in respect to our tribal ancestors, and returned to Santiago. By taxi. Dammit, so nearly....