After dropping my laundry off at the lavendaria, I caught a bust to visit the mines. The main mouth to the Valenciana was closed because it was flooded, but I went deep into Bocamina San Ramon and Bocamina San Cayetano near the Valenciana church. The mines in GTO produced, some estimate, around 40% of the world's silver during the colonial period, with 20% coming from the Valenciana network alone. The mines were neat, but not nearly as massive as the one in ZAC. Too bad the Valenciana was closed, as it would be, I'm assuming, larger.
GTO seems to embrace its silver-mining past in a way ZAC can't: considering the manner in which GTO surpassed ZAC as #1 silver producer in the 18 century. You'll find old mining-carts throughout the city, being used as rustic (and rusting) flower beds.
After the mines, I mistakenly thought the Mummy Museum was within walking-distance. It was, but I about passed out. The museum was as fucked as my feet were sore. Grotesque comes to mind. There, in front of you, are mummies frozen at death, contorted to hell. Babies, labia, testicles, and hair mummified: fucked.
I got the hell out of there, and perhaps cheated death again by hitchhiking back into town. I walked to the Diego Rivera house. This Marxist was born in GTO and the house holds an impressive collection of his work. Perhaps more riveting than the revolutionary's work was a hall dedicated to the Japanese artist Eiki Ito. His pencil drawings were the most impressive.
I'm waiting for the rain to stop.
GTO seems to embrace its silver-mining past in a way ZAC can't: considering the manner in which GTO surpassed ZAC as #1 silver producer in the 18 century. You'll find old mining-carts throughout the city, being used as rustic (and rusting) flower beds.
After the mines, I mistakenly thought the Mummy Museum was within walking-distance. It was, but I about passed out. The museum was as fucked as my feet were sore. Grotesque comes to mind. There, in front of you, are mummies frozen at death, contorted to hell. Babies, labia, testicles, and hair mummified: fucked.
I got the hell out of there, and perhaps cheated death again by hitchhiking back into town. I walked to the Diego Rivera house. This Marxist was born in GTO and the house holds an impressive collection of his work. Perhaps more riveting than the revolutionary's work was a hall dedicated to the Japanese artist Eiki Ito. His pencil drawings were the most impressive.
I'm waiting for the rain to stop.
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