New Years Eve I finally arrived at my hostel. After putting my plunder in to the dorm I met Sven in the lobby while asking where I can find a beer. Sven is the guy you wan't to meet while travelling. He knows central america like a local and gave me some really good tips for my fist 3.5 months. In the "Mexico City Hostel" it's really easy to get to know other travellers. But if you have only 3 hours to set up a New Year Eve party with a bunch of strangers it can be difficult, evidently. Half an hour to twelve we found out, that the party with two million people is not at the plaza right next to us - no it's a long way to go. So we ate some basic food in front of the reception.With Sven I visited the Chapultepec Park and the main neibhourhoods. The trip to Theotiuacan I made by myself - well worth it if you use suncream. The anthroplic museum is the last must see. Otherwise we hung out with the people of the hostel.
One girls story has to be told: It's about Tiffany (Not real name) from Canada who is 49 years old, happily married since decades. A week before she arrived in Mexico she found some gayporn-DVD's in the coat of her husband. He denied everything when she confronted him. So she checked the history in the Internet Explorer and found more clear evidence. Then she didn't sleep for a week until she decided to go to Mexico. Six hours later she sat in the plane. In Mexico City she partied all day and night for five days. Only occasionaly sleeping for 2 hours. The last thing we heard from this amusing and funny lady is that she took a flight to Cancun to celebrate her 50th birthday because she thougt Mexico City was to boring. This story had to be told.
Mexico City is worth a visit, but at some point you have to move on.
