Burros weigh in at around 500 pounds and can comfortably carry about 250 pounds, the weight of the average gringo. But here in San Miguel, they are often seen carrying much greater loads without apparently getting too pissed off about it. Here, underneath our bedroom terrace this morning, a camposino is bringing dirt from down by the Presa to sell to whoever needs it for their plant pots or vegetable patches. These two burros are carrying 26 sacks of dirt between them, each weighing about 50 or 60 pounds – a load of probably around 750 pounds each – about one and a half times their own weight.
Carrying Your Own Weight
Flamethrower Pork
On Good Friday here in San Miguel the local streets are closed to traffic and all the foodsellers, and even many householders, put out stalls selling all kinds of great Mexican street food. Still one of our favorites however is the local taco truck where here you can see skewered pork being blitzed before being carved off and blended with melted Oaxaca cheese to make delicious tacos or gringas. (we took four home for dinner). Don’t miss the pineapple on top, a slice of which is added to each gringa with a sprig of Cilantro and some lime juice for the final pièce de résistance.
Seven Dead in Uruapan
Last weekend we spent a couple of days in Uruapan, home of the annual Michoacan crafts festival. Just a few hours after I took this photo of a Federale on guard outside the hotel in the main square, seven bodies were discovered at a nearby traffic intersection, each with a bullet through their head and taped to plastic chairs. This time possibly a vigilante response to the drug trade. The problem here in Mexico is that there is still very little accountability, and this kind of thing can happen with apparent impunity despite the fact that at the time the town was full of heavily armed Federales. So what does it feel like to live here in Mexico? Just the same as anywhere in the States. It never really appears on your personal radar. The biggest danger you will ever encounter is your taxi ride to LaGuardia. Unpleasant as it is, it is sad that people are so irrationally frightened of something that is way way down on the list of anything that can personally affect them. Not many folks live in fear in the USA where more people have died from gun violence since 1968, the year I emigrated from England, than have been killed in all the wars Americans have fought in all history, including the Civil War. Although this figure includes suicides, just look at the numbers and calculate the odds. I don’t buy lottery tickets either.
The Original iPad
Made in 1936, Things to Come (just released by Criterion in BluRay), in typical HG Wells form presaged everything from the Second World War to amazing flying machines, multi-level cities, and transparent elevators. Most interestingly, Raymond Massey is seen here using what appears to be an iPad, on which in the film moving images and text are being reproduced. It appears to be exactly the same size and thickness, but with an even cooler transparent border – although the dock seems a bit complicated. Sadly, Steve Jobs isn’t around to own up to this piece of patent plagiarism.
Pilgrimage From St. Jose at the Hacienda del Obraje
One of the great advantages of living in El Centro is that two or three times a week we bump into one of San Miguel’s wonderful religious processions or festivals. In this instance pilgrimage images from St. Jose at the Ex-Hacienda del Obraje are worn like hats and walked all the way to the Oratorio. Each of these pilgrims will stay the night with their images before returning them to St. Jose the following day.
More From the Plaza de Toros
A shot from this week’s bullfight at which there were six bulls, four confronting the toreadors, and two engaging Pablo Hermosa de Mendoza on horseback.
Flying Feathers
Once again, this year, the dancers are in town. The drumming starts in the evening and goes on all day. Seven troupes in all in the Jardin. There must be a load of large birds running around with naked butts somewhere. As we understand it, but have not verified the information, the dancing commemorates the acceptance of Christianity by the Indios. Although, gladly, they are still hanging on to some of their traditional rituals or at least their modern interpretations of them.
The Electric Clickety-Clackety Man
Another regular in the Jardin is this little old guy who walks around clicking two metal tubes together to attract attention. They are connected by wires to a strange box with dials and knobs he carries across his shoulder. For Twenty pesos, you get to hold onto a friend’s hands and one of these electrodes and receive what appears to be a pleasant experience judging by the expressions of this couple. I guess this form of personal gratification is approved by the Church. Remember Woody Allen and the Orgasmatron in Sleeper?
Delivered Right To Your Doorstep
Yesterday evening, while relaxing after dinner, we heard an eerie, extremely loud, and other-worldly howling whistle in the street that we had never heard before, more like an alien invasion than the knife grinder’s melodious occarina like sound, or the Basura’s metal clanging. Rushing outside we discovered it was a Camotero alerting his presence, and pushing this amazing machine, like a tiny locomotive with a five foot chimney, a blazing firebox below, and a tray of steaming camotes (sweet potatoes) above. The camotes are chopped and sprinkled with sweetened condensed milk and cinnamon, and after handing over twenty pesos we discovered are also delicious.
The World’s Second Oldest Profession
In San Miguel, it is customary to see these old folks, usually women, pleading for money while sitting in doorways throughout El Centro. Their main aim is to shake some change out of the Gringos or Chilangos (as folks visiting from Mexico City – Chilangolandia are locally known). Feelings about them here are mixed. While many clearly suffer physical impediments, others seem simply to have made this their vocation. Either way, it is clear that they have immeasurably less than the rest of us, so in most cases, passing over five pesos seems the lesser of two evils. One dramatic difference from panhandlers north of the border or in Europe is that here they are spotlessly clean and immaculately dressed.