I arrive at the Central Camionera to discover that the 7:00 am bus I expected to take had been cancelled. The next one is scheduled to leave at 9:45 am. The ride to ZAC was nice, but long, both due in part to a chatty Mexican friend I made who wanted to practice his English with me. My services were unexpectedly paid for with an ice cream cone from a bus stop.
ZAC welcomed me with a wonderful 66 degree smile and a view to die for. Later, the smile suddenly turned to tears when a 30-min shower passed over the town.
But the pension I am staying at is nice, and I met a delightful Australian couple, Peter and Sally, touring through Mexico. In fact, we were ‘dorm mates.’ They arrived the exact same moment. We got invited to a photography exhibit at a local Cantina called Todos Santos. It being Friday night, we decided to go together and have a few drinks. We were greeted with free food, wine, and beer. We also indulged in a (large) glass of fine tequila.
After the cantina we were feeling quite froggy. So we hopped around town and stumbled upon this fantastically discordant and gaudy cantina decorated in the key of Lucha Libre. Three local Mexicans invited us to share a several-liter cylinder of beer called a “missil.” So we did.
One thing I must mention: not only is ZAC about 2450 meters in altitude - calling for chilly nights -, but its streets are not organized in a modern grid. Alleys branch off the serpentine streets. ZAC being nestled between two “cerros,” these alleyways are, more often than not, ascending or descending. This is nothing more than a long way of saying that the walk back to the pension from the cantina was not only difficult but fun thanks to the alleys, the alcohol, the altitude, and most importantly, the Australians.
ZAC welcomed me with a wonderful 66 degree smile and a view to die for. Later, the smile suddenly turned to tears when a 30-min shower passed over the town.
But the pension I am staying at is nice, and I met a delightful Australian couple, Peter and Sally, touring through Mexico. In fact, we were ‘dorm mates.’ They arrived the exact same moment. We got invited to a photography exhibit at a local Cantina called Todos Santos. It being Friday night, we decided to go together and have a few drinks. We were greeted with free food, wine, and beer. We also indulged in a (large) glass of fine tequila.
After the cantina we were feeling quite froggy. So we hopped around town and stumbled upon this fantastically discordant and gaudy cantina decorated in the key of Lucha Libre. Three local Mexicans invited us to share a several-liter cylinder of beer called a “missil.” So we did.
One thing I must mention: not only is ZAC about 2450 meters in altitude - calling for chilly nights -, but its streets are not organized in a modern grid. Alleys branch off the serpentine streets. ZAC being nestled between two “cerros,” these alleyways are, more often than not, ascending or descending. This is nothing more than a long way of saying that the walk back to the pension from the cantina was not only difficult but fun thanks to the alleys, the alcohol, the altitude, and most importantly, the Australians.
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