Chasing Tukawiru: 2011-September-26: Day 42

Monday mornin'! Wake up in time to leave with Ricardo by 8 for work; he drops me off at the metro station and it's off to Centro de Autobus Norte, which, coincidentally, is the same bus station by which I entranced Mexico City! I go to the Chihuahuenses counter (since they faired me well from Ciudad Juarez) and buy a ticket to Cuernavaca; it was like 10 USD. It took about an hour to get through the city (Cuernavaca is south and I left from the Norte station), and I fell asleep almost immediately after we hit resplendent wilderness, waking up (not fully realizing I had actually been asleep) in Cuernavaca, only about 10/15 minutes from the terminal. So we arrived: I strap on my belongings (big pack, day sack, and waterpack), exit the station, and start looking for the Zocalo or Benito Juarez (street). I step out onto Morelos and head left, since left is uphill and right is downhill and I'm obviously still a tad masochistic. I pass some important-looking church thing ('cause those are rare...) and keep trekkin', thinking something-or-other to justify the direction in which I am walking. But after a few more blocks walked and ounces of sweat lost, I decide to turn around and try the other direction, stopping along the way (at the church in fact) to pick up a bite to eat and ask in which direction the Zocalo may be found. The cook tells me I'm heading in the correct direction (of course...downhill. Assholes).

Yes, it was tasty

So, now with food in my belly and a semblance of where to go (I'm going to Sam's workplace, which is on Benito Juarez, which is supposedly one of the streets framing the Zocalo), I make my way downhill, indeed finding the Zocalo, AND Boulevard Benito Juarez (I asked someone)! So I keep on cruising, then decide to stop at a payphone and call Sam to ask her where she is slash where I am in relation to her. Who knows. Keep going south aka downhill, when suddenly, BOOM! a güera! And one I recognize! Hi, Sam. We go into her workplace (IMSS), I meet her coworkers (hola Alberth, Yes, and Juas), and we bounce! Which of course means lugging my baggage back up the hill; turns out my bus station was just a few blocks north of their place, so that's convenient. Well...I'm trying to remember if we did any cruising or if we just toured the apartment and complex. I'm pretty sure we cruised a little; we at least picked up another jug of water.

Front window bannister

Hi Sam!

Hi Me!

So that's Day 1 of Cuernavaca. I put up a fair amount of pictures from the past couple days' excursions (and in general), but I had planned to do a little snapshot biography of Mexico, Distrito Federal. So I shall! This is what I see when I think "Mexico City."

I'm guessing this is a Kindergarten. These first few (many) are Coyoacan

Frida & Diego's wall

I like this shot

City

The Matriarch

Wall + Tag

Wall with Window + Tag

Meh

Tag

Tree?

Ex-Windows

It's like the sky...

Former Glories...

Don't Park Here! Or Do Ecstasy!

Ketz is for sure the best tagger in the City

Warning: Using TelMex has been proven to cause one to wear glasses, point to his/her palm stupidly, grow a fake mustache, and receive dick in the mouth

BOOM!

Buddha

This is Gorgeous, Ketz. Props.

More Ketz

Politics

Buncha stuff

Eye'm Watching You

No Mo' Blud

Fairly nice strokes

(Chapultepec)

Sexy Time

(Centro)

Wall + Stairs (I like this picture)

Alley

Oval window + people walking

Statue in front of Bellas Artes

Bellas Artes

Chess Games

Packed

(Narvate)

Wall

Dragon!

(Back to the Centro)

Next morning: still packed

Politics

Phenomenal use of color!

Zocalo

Tankin' it

If you Ever have an Emergency:

Pretty sure this sign is telling me something about the Flash setting on my camera

Colors!

Hobbits! (Except there should only be one door)

Wha?

(Zona Rosa)

Good idea I guess

Panda!!!

Abandoned building=graffiti template

Si!!!

Ooooo

Heart :)

I like this photo also

Outdoor hallway

Mornin'

Errrrrrrr

Yum!

Tired...

Simplicity

Ketz, or Hetz?

Colors

Great

The first of many Diana pictures

Her face is actually a foot

I'm not as flexible. Or tiny

(La Condesa)

2-Dimensional shoes

An interesting picture

The "3" is missing...

(Zona Rosa)

Los Dos

...

Nice

Out the window

Me and Fuzzy! (or: Fozzy). If you only knew how many times I received a phone call from Fuzzy saying he needed my help...and 90% of the time he turned out to be dead anyway. Asshole.