Mexico 0.5
Mexico Blog
26 June 2012 10:00PM
Day 6 in Mexico and whilst I need to blog some of yesterday’s amazing events I’m now collapsed on the bed having refused an invitation to dine out and I can’t even eat the burger and fries that I had room-service bring a couple of hours ago. What a contrast to some 24 hours ago and it’s hard to believe this is the same city. Even the same world! Where do I begin to tell you how horrible I feel and do you really care? The truth is, it would do some of these Hollywood wives good to spend the day where I was today although thinking about it, I doubt they would have lasted 10 minutes. As for people like Carlos Slim, the richest man in the world – and a Mexican. Has he ever really experienced anything so awful I wonder? Few people have. They hear about it. They read about it. They talk about it. But to experience it first hand may just change your life. And this is not about insulting Carlos as I don’t know anything about the man, nor what he does with his billions. But I sure would like to meet him.
So, how do I feel after today on the streets down-town in Mexico City? The answer is quite simple. Sick!
I have never seen so many young kids out of their minds, nor been in an environment where I have inhaled so much junk, that at one point I felt so nauseous and completely stoned I had to get out of there for a while. Thanks be to God that everyone decided to take a walk to the local square for a game of football and I managed to breathe some fresher air. Note I don’t say FRESH. This is Mexico City after all.
So much to tell you and I did get loads of photos after gaining the confidence of some of the kids. I was even invited in to see where one girl lived. Of which she was very proud. Uhm! I will post some of the pictures and tell more tomorrow ‘cos now, I NEED to sleep. Oh! First I need to contact a very helpful police officer who I met today. It was quite an eventful day to say the least especially when the police swooped one of the groups I was with and made a couple of arrests. Can you believe it – mentioning no names because I don’t want to be unprofessional – but the street team that we had gone out with did a runner when the police arrived. Not one of the officers spoke any English which surprised me, but guess what? Suddenly my Spanish improved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Will blog more when had some sleep. I’m stoned!
Anna
