Perfect Day, almost.

Zocalo. The big square in the centre.

















Passing the time.

















Sweetheart, I gotta go. Some gringo wants to take a photo of us.

Diary of happenings - Wednesday 22nd March 2006, Mexico City.

8.00
Bought a newspaper. Cover story: ¨Cyclone rips homes in Australia¨

8.15
Drank two espressos and read the paper.

9.00
Visited two museums, always very relaxing.

12.00
Watched the festivities for the Bicentenario de Benito Juarez in Zocalo for about an hour. Fantasic.

1.00
Saw a neatly dressed, seemingly wealthy father and son pair sitting in the Park opposite the Palacio de Bellas Artes. The son had a t-shirt wih a swastika on the front, not so neat after all. Started an argument in Spanish. I remained pretty calm, but was right up in their faces. They were back-stepping and sweating. As they walked away the father yelled out ¨dirty Jew!¨ in spanish. I had a really strong urge to run back and break his nose.

1.30
Ate some Black Corn Torillas with avocado, tomato and onion. Not very tasty.

2.00
Watched men play chess in front of the Museo Mural Diego Rivera.

2.30
Listened to a band, then realized they were an Evangelical Church Group, so I went to the bar across the street.

2.35
Drank two tequilas and two Coronas whilst arguing with two old men. I think Brazil will win, they of course, KNOW that Mexico will.

3.30
Nearly had an aneurism when I saw my bill. Each teqila shot cost me $10 US.

4.00
Saw Brokeback Mountain. The audiencve laughed throught each intimate scene except when Jack (Jake Gyllenhaal ) visits a prostitute in Juarez. Silence. Gave the film 4/10.

6.00
Got asked out for a drink by a young man with slick wet hair and shaved arms whilst standing beside the candy bar. Told him I had already had enough, but thanks.

6.05
Headed back to my hotel and watched the evening news. Understood most of it.

7.00
Showered and got ready.

7.30
Took the Metro to the Auditorio Nacional. Buena Vista Social Club with Omara Portuondo. Good, not great. The auditorium is just too big for that kind of a performance. The atmosphere was not there. Still, her voice is transporting.

11.00
Whilst walking back from the station to my hotel I heard some brushes and horns. Not streetsweepers and commuters, the jazz type.

11.01
Peered down a set of stairs into the basement of an old Art Deco building. Jazz club!

11.02
Klesma group started. Thye whole place bumped and bounced throughout the whole performance. Had a little chat to the lead violinist at the end. Good bloke.
Left after a few gin and tonics.

1.55
Lay in bed and thought; perfect day, almost.


Right now I am off to the airport. I have a flight to Santiago (Chile) in two hours.