Ay Caramba

Extremes (Mexico 3)

More tomorrow/next time.
(Mexicans have a knack for everything big, dead, colorful, or all together. Hang on!)

Funky Stuff (Mexico 2)

There is all kinds of funky stuff in Mexico. One, of course, is Mexico City itself. At night it has no skyline, but instead blankets the grounds for, well, miles and miles.



Beside the European squirrel (furry, reddish, bushy ears) and the North American squirrel (looking a bit like a fat pig, according to WX), there's a third kind - the Tex-Mexican naughty squirrel. It tries to eat everything and everywhere, and is too stupid to understand an outstretched hand doesn't always carry food.



However, you cannot blame this animal alone. In Aztec times, it looked similarly debilitated.



In fact, in Aztec times, almost everything looked pretty hopeless.












People, of course, were either funky or got sacrificed.








High-class people who were not funky enough got funkified, probably often enough forcefully.

No vanish, no thanks (Mexico 1)

No, PJS didn't vanish. PJS was away.

After the IROS conference in San Diego, I spent one week in Mexico with WX. After the week in the US, a change was most welcome.

Or at least, in the beginning I thought so. It turned out it became much more adventure-like than anticipated.







Leaving the US is more frightening than the other way round, for some reason. At least the border is fashioned after the Gates of Hell.