I think, I seriously need to visit a doctor to check my nose. It’s been preventing me from sleeping. It’s the fourth time that happens. This allergy I got since Australia still persists! I hope I can visit one in Puebla, my next destination.
When I get down the reception to ask how long before having our breakfast, I’m told that it’s only served in 2 hours. It’s just 6 am!
I update my journal, meet a Gringo speaking Spanish and see an advertising on TV that helps you to find out the infidelities of your partner reading the magic cards: ”Yes, your husband is working with a fals blond whose name is...“.
One hour in internet and I hesitate, should I go straight to Puebla or visit the Guadalupe Basilic first? Luckily I choose the latter. The cardinal is visiting today. Already at the Metro station, I can see the crowd. I see in a market a man with a snake around his neck and a band covering his eyes. He’s predicting or giving advices to the people holding cards encircling him: “You got the 5 spades. You keep helping people, it will bring you into a conflict, you will be betrayed!”, “Isn’t it true”, asks his colleague, the woman sighs and answers “yes...”.
Finally, I make my way through the market and see the Guadalupe Basilic at the end of the street.
Policemen, a huge crowd with pink balloons and even a police helicopter are there as well. I used to see this cathedral when I was kid watching one of the biggest TV soaps ever in Latin America: “Rosa Salvaje”. I heard that it’s still played in Mexican’s television. There are other 3 churches and a pantheon on the top of a hill behind the Basilic. All is well decorated with green gardens and waterfalls. On the top of it, I participate in a free tour guide to the pantheon, available just on weekends!
Back in the hostel, I have a delicious strawberry milk juice and a big sandwich. Enough for the ride to Puebla.
At the bus station, I ask a passant for a safe bus company. He recommends me ADO, 10 US$ for a 3 hours ride. When I arrive is already 19h30, it’s dark and I have a vague idea where to spend the night. I just got the YHA brochure with and address. If I managed to move in Tashkent or Urumqui without speaking Russian or Chinese, why wouldn’t I find my way in Puebla? It feels great speaking the language to all this nice and helpful people around you. In matter of minutes I get the right bus and the driver tells me where to get out. The hostel is a little hidden, so I need to use again my amazing Spanish skills to find out where it’s. Once in front of the YHA, it’s hard to believe that someone is inside. All the lights are off and it looks like an old abandoned house. What’s plan B? Asking people for a cheap hotel? I find “Hotel June”. I ask if I may the room before taking it, the receptionist refuses: “Either you take it or you leave”. I don’t have the choice, I take it. I’m proposed to go straight there to put my heavy backpack. When I enter into the room, the bed is not done and I see some used condoms in the garbage bin... I feel like flying out of there. I ask the cleaning lady to change every single sheet and pillow-case. It looks better afterwards but the room is pretty run out and I miss the high quality of the Mexico City Hostel. It’s rather depressing being there and I just wait until tomorrow to look for something better. |
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