From Teotihuacan to wrestling

Ever since we decided to go to Mexico City, I knew I wanted to visit Teotihuacan, ruins of an ancient pre-Aztecan city, not too far from the capital.

D wasn't so excited about it, not only because he couldn't be bothered with more old ruins, but mainly because of the scary stories he found on the internet. The buses going to Teotihuacan are targeted pretty often by armed robbers and it seemed like a crazy idea to go and get mugged just before the end of our trip. As I am crazy enough, I still insisted on going although as we boarded the bus in the morning, I prayed nothing would happen. Not so much because I was scared of the potential robbers (everybody on the bus looked completely suspicious), but because I would be reminded of it and hated for the rest of my life.

And of course nothing happened. We arrived to Teotihuacan fairly early and went rushing to the main draws, Pirámides del Sol and de la Luna, before the crowds would fill the place. We climbed up both of them, with views of the entire complex, and soon the foreign tourists and Mexican teenagers started flocking in (it is the school trips period).

The huge Piramide del Sol

View of the Piramide de la Luna

And the other way around

I was excited to finally see Teotihuacan, but I must say we probably saw way too many pyramids in the past month, so I couldn't get as psyched about it as I'd expected. D directly couldn't be bothered. Just as we got fed up with temples in Asia, we overdosed on ruins.

It's not hard to tell...

...when he's bored

On the way back we were slightly less worried about robbers but I did hide the memory card from our camera, our only valuable, in my underwear. We might be going a little crazy here.

The kilometers walked around Teotihuacan wore us out, but we had a special plan for the evening - to go see a match of lucha libre, the Mexican wrestling. But it wouldn't be just a regular match, we were going to see gay, lesbian and travesti wrestlers!

The line was long but we got in!

I'm guessing that what we saw wasn't exactly a regular lucha libre, it was way better! There was lot of kissing, slapping and spanking, and a lot of fun! In the end we got to see some fighting too, with the luchadores jumping into the crowd and sweating all over the place. We took so many videos and pictures that the camera battery died way soon, and of course precisely that night was the only time we didn't bring a replacement battery, grrrrr...

The entire time I was standing in the first row, having my personal wrestling match with the photographers who were trying to push me out (but didn't succeed). I saw everything and everybody from up close, and as I was the only blond person around, I didn't go unnoticed either. After the match, the most famous luchador, Cassandro from Texas, came to talk to me! The only reason why D didn't get too jealous is that Cassandro wore ten times more make-up than I ever will and his hair was way prettier than mine.

And we don't have any picture of Cassandro thanking me coming because the camera was long dead by then. Sigh.

We thought we'd get bored in Mexico City but the five days we had there flew by. After some painful souvenir shopping it was time to fly back to LA. We had our last dinner out on the street, eating tacos and thinking how much we'll miss Mexico, its people, culture, and most of all its food. First we didn't even want to come here, and now we didn't want to leave one of the best destinations of the entire trip. I think one day Mexico will see us again...

Yes, that's beef tongue