Parks, squirrels, and stuffing my face

Best places to run in Mexico City On the face of it, Mexico City is not the greatest place for running. The altitude and pollution will leave many, if not most runners gasping for breath. The pavements are uneven at best, peppered with cracks, missing stones, and huge drops, as the combination of earthquake damage…

Gol gol gol gol gol goooooolllazo!

I’m speeding down the busy main roads in the south of D.F., rain battering the windows, in the back of a jeep struggling to pull on my socks and boots. As we barrel around a corner, narrowly missing the taxi parked in the middle of the road, straddling two lanes, Poncho, sitting in the passenger…

Normal and exceptional – one and half weeks

I’ve been in Mexico City for one and a half weeks. My experiences so far have been on the whole…normal. Sorting out public transport, cooking, writing, sorting out the flat. So much for an exciting travel blog you’d think…but I couldn’t be happier, and I feel like the whole thing has been exceptional. After all,…

Dogs, fish, and no tacos

Mexico City has been an overdose for the senses, from the very first moment I saw it framed in off-white through the aeroplane window. I peered out, bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed after a long flight, at the seemingly endless array of lights stretching away almost as far as I could see, until abruptly quenched by the…

Running away to Mexico

I have run away to Mexico. I’ll be publishing the nonsense ramblings I come up with to fill the time here. I’ve got to hope that at some point someone other than my mum reads them. I’m not an idiot, I’m just from another country.