More Mexico...

Blame it on Rio, is old hat. Let me blame Mexico City. Nothing all that wrong about it, per se. The people I have met are warm and friendly. The uni-brow a la Frida Kahlo is either very in, or the women here naturally sport it... and moustaches. The people resemble our Goans. Some men look Japanese. And everybody dresses horribly. I´m being horribly mean. But if I am serenaded by one more Mariachi band, I shall swear off tamarind tequilas forever. Those, by the way, were exceptionally good at the Villa Maria, last night. Today, we have done the whole enchillada - including the magnificent pyramids. Miguel, our guide, turned out to be a diehard Aishwarya Rai fan, and nearly wept when I told him she was not just shaadi shuddha, but maa bannewalli hai. Of course, I am overwhelmed.... come on..... those pyramids are awe inspiring, okay. But I was also wickedly relieved to notice the sprawling slums spread across the hills. Huge enough to make Dharavi look like a speck. Ah well, the Mexican peso is four times stronger than our ruppee.... theek hai. But they also have their beggars and robbers. Tomorrow is reserved for heavy duty museum visits. Am getting my sombrero spruced up. Till then , adios BlogAmigos. I am missing Mumbai desperately.... and sorry, tacos cannot possibly compete with bhajiyas.