I think this is our 4'th time in Mexico City over the last 8 or 9 years. I have always liked the city, hectic, scruffy and shining at the same time; 22+ million people spread out over a vast area, very few tall buildings, and for the most part, low to the ground. Traffic is chaotic, over 5 million cars, but the air is surprisingly clean and crisp and things seem to work. Enormous wealth and enormous poverty within a stones throw; for no good reason that I can identify, it always reminds me of a latin Bangkok. V is here for a business conference and I'm coat-tailing. Conference finishes in a couple of days and then we are off to Chiapas, the Mexican state on the border with Guatemala. We will be wandering there for a week, expected highlights are a couple of old colonial cities and some incredible ruins. We arrived yesterday evening on a non-stop from Toronto. Flight was a sunset cruise for the most part; we were flying SSW and sitting on the right hand side of the plane on the window, the sun was at an angle ahead of our direction of travel. We were flying above a solid bed of cloud with occasional wisps of cloud floating above it and as the sun began to set it illuminated the cloud bed and the cloud wisps which were set on fire, brilliant oranges and carmines descending through the spectrum as the sun set. After about 3/4 of an hour the sun sank below a a band of dark lapis but the glow remained on the horizon for another 1/2 an hour. Impossibly beautiful and impossible to get a shot through the plane window because we were at too great an angle to the sun. It would be worth getting a commercial pilot's license just to see that on a regular basis.
We arrived at the same time that 3 flights from Europe came in. We broke our all-time longest wait for immigration, 2 hours, to snake our way, inch by endless inch, to the 5 immigration staff who were on duty. Less said about that the better. However the air was balmy and on arrival at the Four Seasons the margaritas, many of them, tasted all the better for the wait! Saturday morning, bright high sky and the air like wine, Sancerre, crisp, cool and brilliantly clear. We spent the morning in San Angel, a district in Mexico City of cobblestoned roads, brilliantly coloured, colonial houses and small interesting shops and restaurants. Wandered and took pictures and back at the hotel for V's conference at 4.
Too tired to go out so dinner and as V was at a conference dinner, I ate in the hotel and in bed by 10.