Friday, December 2, 2011
The Last Word on Mexico: Safety
Thursday, December 1, 2011
La Vida Gay in the World's Largest City
The other club that had been recommended to us was called Living, and the writeups I saw said that it had moved to a somewhat out-of-the-way location and had lost a bit of its mojo in the process. But "out of the way" turned out to be four blocks from our hotel (though half an hour's walk from the Zona Rosa, and in a distinctly different, quiet neighborhood), so I went to check it out.
And found what has got to be the best weekly gay club left in North America, at least that I'm aware of.
It has two rooms. As you enter, to your right is a smaller (but still bigger than Club 57's main room) room done up in a sort of modernist/cubist style playing U.S. Top 40 music. To the left is a Twilo-size, double-height room with an amazing light show ...
The crowd was quite a mix. A few of the cute young things from Amberes St. showed up (though not many; the $18 cover charge and $3.50 beer are probably a bit steep for most of that crowd), along with men of many different types, and a number of straight women. This crowd looks and dresses more like Europeans than like American circuit boys; the men typically wear either nice button-downs or designer T-shirts, but not tank tops, and there is little trace of a gym culture. By 2 a.m. when I left, only a few shirts had come off, but it seemed that more might soon. I saw no overt sexuality (bumping/grinding, etc.) at all and did not find this crowd flirty; it was definitely a Serious Dancing crowd.
I got there around 12:15a and danced pretty much constantly until 2, when the beer and the altitude (Mexico City is at about 7300 feet above sea level) caught up with me and it was time to go. But it looked like the type of party that could go all night.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Don't Let Us Rush You, But ...
There are now seven churches scattered around the site of this apparition. The cloak is in the most recent, a huge round 1970s structure that looks more like a U.S. Protestant megachurch than like any Catholic basilica I've ever seen:
They've set up a viewing area behind the church's altar where you can see the cloak, but to make sure you don't linger too long, make you get on a moving sidewalk that whisks you past the thing and out:
Apparently this comes in especially handy on her feast day, Dec. 12, when more than 100,000 people all try to see the cloak at the same time.
Working for a Living
There appeared to be several different "grades" of classes, with some dogs operating at a higher, more independent level than others, each taught by a separate teacher.
This is both good for the dogs (one assumes) and an example of a vibrant entrepreneurialism we noticed throughout Mexico.
We saw very few abject beggars there, but a lot of people trying to scrape out a living in one way or another, if only by selling trinkets or home-cooked food in the park or on the street. (Or on the subway, where the good of choice seems to be pirated CDs, advertised by young men wearing boomboxes on their backs. Typically there will be one such vendor in each car, which makes for a deafening ride.)
In fact, signs prohibiting "walking vendors" in public places are quite common, even though the vendors are not typically aggressive (except for the boombox guys).
Mexicans may consider them annoying, but I found it a sign of a healthy society.
Where Did He Learn That?
Timber!
A few miles outside Oaxaca is what is claimed to be the world's largest tree. And, yes, it's a very big tree:
This cypress tree is also claimed to be more than 2,000 years old. And given its size, it just might be.
Which leads to a thought: if the claim is true, it implies that the climate in this part of Mexico must not have changed much in all that time.
Wonder how much longer that can last?
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
... But There May Be a Problem ...
The city is built on what was, in Aztec days, a large shallow lake. Most of it has dried up, except for the Xochimilco canals in the far south, now polluted and used mainly for tourist boat rides:
But while the water may be gone, it left behind soft, mucky soil into which buildings are now sinking. All over you see things that look a little bit askew, like these churches whose steeples seem to be leaning into each other:
Or this street, just off the main square, where no two buildings seem to be pointing the same way:
This has been a problem for many years, but if anyone has come up with an answer, I haven't heard about it yet. Very sad, and a bit scary for the people there.