Chihuahua
Airports are always impersonal. You never know if you are in Düsseldorf, Madrid or Tokio unless you go out onto the street…
Overall, if you spend 25 hours travelling to connect 3 flights, and 2 of them are delayed…. ….
To get one’s bearings, you can take a look at a guide of the city: Chihuahua, places to visit: The Government Palace, Cathedral, Museum of Casa Juárez, Museum of the Revolution, the CHEPE train…
Or even better, buy the local newspaper: “El Diario de Chihuahua. Wednesday 25th of November 2009”:
- 40% of the onion crop lost…
I raise my head: General Roberto Fierro Villalobos International Airport…
I have been waiting for 10 minutes for my Mexican friend. Ángel Miguel Aguilar Arceo, who became Miki when he was studying Wirtschaftswissenschaft (Economic Sciences) in the Heinrich-Heine-Universität, 2 streets from home but he always had space in his suitcase for a pair of cow-boy boots.
Newspaper: Nius-Hed (the best on cattle for your competition). Sale of creole cattle or rodeo….
After 2 years taking Miki around my freak bars of funky cult in Düsseldorf, and before saying goodbye, he challenged me: Something you have to do before you die, is come to my hometown and see what real dance is. I wait for you in the “Nido del Jabalí” (“the nest of the wild boar”) in Chihuahua, with the “Espuelas Doradas” (the golden spurs) Lo pasaremos padrísimo!! (it’ll be great)
Taking advantage of travelling with my friends to an “all-inclusive” Resort in Cancún (urgh how lazy…), I have crossed the whole of México to visit my friend Miki.. and to finally discover what the hell the “Nido del Jabalí” is…..
(I have to confess that I couldn’t avoid taking a sneak peek on the internet, and I found the following: Watch out Cowboys and Cowgirls from the State of Chihuahua, now the best of the country genre in only one place, the Niiiiido del Jabalííí…)
- Newspaper: 3 Pancho Villa’s sons still alive.
And me, with my Brazilian sandals and my flowery shorts…
3 days later and I was once again at the airport… I mean: after 3 nights, with a Cowboy hat signed by the cowgirls from the Espuelas Doradas, the boots of Emilio: the toughest cowboy from the “nido del Jabalí”, and with my “too tight in the crotch” jeans. ¡Andale!
And I have since returned to chilling out on Caribbean beaches. The two days of total relaxation were, overall, really pleasant: thinking about the most polemic of debates in the bar of Nido del Jabalí between Tequilas:
- The eternal problem faced by cowgirls; whether they should dance with long skirts or thigh length jeans…
- whether Texas should be part of Mexico or part of the U.S.A.
- whether the groups who dance in a “gringo” style should be accepted or not on the dance floor….
Sven Sonderland, Düsseldorf
