Country where it's interesting to get lost

Mexico is a country where it's interesting to get lost. Of course, given the knowledge of Spanish, because the local population almost does not speak foreign languages, and tell them, believe me, there is always something. Mexican southerners, especially the Yucatan, are real Mayan descendants, very hospitable, curious and terribly talkative.

In Oaxaca we met an odd fellow with the appearance of an Oxford professor who regularly came to the bus station to practice his English with visiting foreigners . However, the last one was also very useful - he could tell a lot of trifles: from the tariffs of the storage room to the time of departure of the last bus . The smiling passer-by from Merida told us a cafe for the morning lunch, at the table of which aka He painted our entire map with arrows, dotted lines and names of especially noteworthy places (that's really what is really worth preserving as a national souvenir!) And the driver of the minibus from Progreso (the port city on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico) undertook good-naturedly and patiently ply between small shops and benches and to hammer car provisions for our week-long seclusion on the coast .

To get lost in Mexico there really is where . If you bypass the side of Chichen Itza and the big resort towns of the southern coast of Yucatan, then meet tourists from the western world can only be visited at the airport, in hotels and at souvenir bazaars-ruins . In Mexico City it's nice to wander early in the early morning, when the city is quiet and deserted, and the massive walls of colonial buildings that grow at every intersection, sinking in a whitish haze . Gradually the city begins to come alive right before your eyes: the merchants of fruit and vegetables are already bustling around their wagons, metal shops are picking up shops, cafes and shops are opened, among which one can find, for example, a numismatic la ku with an excellent collection of banknotes of all time and people or a coffee shop where the young ladies in white aprons and with bows-hairclips serve coffee in the manner of the 1920s, pouring a thin stream of milk bitter coffee concentrate . In Mexico City, much reminds of early 20th century: street shrewmasters, shoe cleaners, guards with white belts . At some point you involuntarily have a persistent illusion that time has stopped here .

Small provincial Mexican cities like San Cristobal are notable for their not haste . The sun rises and just as slowly unhurriedly fills the streets with brightly painted facades with a languid midday heat . Shoe cleaners take their first customers, the children's merry-go-round starts their music on the central square, Indian matrons in unvarnished woolen skirts lay out self-made tapestries, shirts and hand-made toys, and their numerous children are trying to earn money by offering all kinds of woven "baubles" . Well, holidays in such places - a separate, eniyami and homely living room on the main squares .

The ancient cities of the Aztecs and Maya impress with their majestic silence (unless you take into account the Chichen Itza, especially popular with American tourists) . It's wonderful to climb a hundred steps to the threshold of some temple of the Rain or Sky and calm down in contemplative numbness . However , here you can find and a lot of funny curiosities: the surprisingly snub-nosed or strikingly hooked noses in the portrait gallery of the rulers of Palenque, utterly trivial pompoms on the traditional shoes of deified kings and quietly strolling in all conceivable planes - both on the streets and on the walls - imperturbable iguanas .