It certainly has been a long Monday in any case. Flight was okay, not sure if the food was legal. First stop was Sydney, which pretty much involved a round of musical chairs and we were off again bound for LA, and not long after, onwards to Mexico City.
There's nothing quite like the self-cluelessness of getting off a plane in a foreign country! My first mission was to get through custom, which involved pressing a button, and getting a green or red light. I got a green one, much to the relief of all the rattle snakes and hardcore drugs I was importing (joking…or am I?).
I decided on a whim to get a cab. As is similar with Melbourne cab drivers, the bloke had no idea where he was going, and spoke no English! Scariest 30 mins of my life! I could have done with some tarot cards then and there, because I was fairly uncertain if Id get anywhere with all my vitals in tact! When showing him the address of the hostel, he seemed not to know where it was, and then proceeded to swear at me in Spanish.....for the 30 mins! I gave him a $1 tip (hey 10 peso sounds alright to me!). Not bad for a car that had no speedometer and belched out black smoke, and I'm pretty sure we hit 200km into a bend. In fairness, all the cars in Mexico City seem to have smoke pouring out of them. Then the police drove past, in a big SUV ute, two in the cabin, 10 in the tray powerlifting their rifles...yes, I am definitely in another world!
Finally we found the hostel…after leaving Melbourne at 10am on a Monday, and arriving at 6pm on a Monday - except that the timezones crammed 30 hours in there!
Time for that siesta business.