Anywho, I digress.
In just over a week and a bit I have managed to veer northish hitting up some interesting and some other not so interesting venues. Starting from Queretaro to Xilitla, then onto San Luis Potosí and finally where I am currently banging out this blog entry in Real de Catorce.
Queretaro I dids the CS thing because it always makes the travel experience 10x more awesome, which it inevitably did. Surfed with a well chill couple, Australian and Mexican wozza, the spritely lad harking from Dalesford (the homosexual capital of Australia, also home to some nice day spas run by said homosexuals). Dalesford is also about 30mins from my old stomping grounds of the 'rat [Ballarat: referred to as the 'rat by the locals, or a shithole by those who have made the escape].
In the fine colonial town that is Queretaro I was given a ninja good tour by a CS local Rodrigo, who goes up there in the books of things and stuff as probably one of the most knowledge guys I know, in terms of Queretaro. He knew dates of construction, who the architect was and why the Neptune looked like Jesus (bad time management meant a bit of modification had to occur) thus he can walk on water and even control the seas, he's super Jesus. Also got to sample some Rattlesnake Mescal, pretty smooth and made for some hilarious photos.
Next day Ivan (another fellow CS whom I had met December of 2008 at a Posada in Mexico City, way randoms) explored the surrounding countryside doing a bit of budget wine and cheese tour, where we sampled from cheese and wine stores, and bought only one bottle of wine after the entire day. Then kicked it large in the night times with Rodrigo and some peeps, experiencing 2 for 1 drinks for $50 1L beer and late night tacos.
Following day it was time to journey onto the next destination of Xilitla, a freaking amazing destination, that required a bit of a journey over the awesomely beautiful Sierra Gorda. The town itself is not really that interesting, its got an old church, a central plaza, cobblestone streets and youths loitering with intent to loiter infront of said church in aforementioned plaza. The big draw card to the pueblito is Las Pozas, or the mental cement jungle garden waterfall place, as it can also be described. It was designed and made possible by the slightly eccentric English millionaire Edward James in the 1960-70's.
Do some readings on it you lazy fuckers.
I spent all of the 31st of December there, exploring as much as I possibly could, I also got lost in the jungle for about 2 hrs following a path that kind of went no-where, and eventually found a lone waterfall, pool and fire-ants. Worth it in my book. Later that evening I moved from the crap hole hotel I had to hole up the first night due to 10.30pm bus arrive to the much more diverse and slightly eccentric (to compliment Las Pozas) Casa Caracol. While at first I thought I was going to enter a hippy comune with crystal toting yoga idiots, it turned out to be a chilled out and mental party place for NYE.
When I eventually slept after, group meal of pizza and salad that we all helped to produce, my contribution to the meal was a nice plastic bottle of Mescal. Drinkings, eating some more, dancing, Ska-P, mental bongo playing from some Chilangas and general chit chattings. I slept in tipi, but with a power point and a light, this was a slightly updated version to the Native North American Indian style. Apart from being such a well designed hostel, it was cheap = 100peso, had wild sculptures and even a zipline.
next stop, San Luis Potosí.
travel music for the mind.
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