Estoy en México

After long 24 hours of travelling, I landed in Mexico City. The flight was long and made me realize, once again, how easily we all get used to better things. I'm throwing it out there - being on a 12-hour AeroMexico flight was painful and felt like flying in 2005. Why 2005? That was when I flew Frankfurt - Vancouver on a plane with no touch-screen in-flight entertainment etc. Yes, it is a first world problem that this flight had pretty much no in-flight entertainment, and it is a first world problem that it was physically painful to endure it. I know. But it is what it is. Everyone is asking me what my impressions of Mexico are so far. Well - none. The airport was nice and made sense (unlike CDG, that airport is just pure insanity). But I got here at 5am and was driven to Texcoco, my current location, in the dark. There was a lot of water on the roads (rain season) but the roads were paved (I did think of Accra when the car was going through the water) and I saw no slums, shacks etc. I did see a drunk man sleeping in his car in the middle of a crossroads and a lot of red-light ignoring. But I'm in no way ready to have any impressions. The driver was very nice and we had a nice conversation about the mountains, the water, gods, and ducks. I speak no Spanish and he spoke English un poquito but we figured it out. And then I got to my room (which is mine for a night or two), fell asleep, walked around the campus a bit, decided there's a lot of hiking in my future and now I am ready to sleep and get rid of the jet leg.