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2005-07-07

Cuernavaca trip, June 27th:

The trip to Cuernavaca started at the Detroit airport at six in the morning. I sleepily shuffled onto the plane taking me to Chicago, and then to places beyond.

Originally, I think my sister and I were taking the eight o'clock flight, and only my mom and aunt were taking the six o'clock, but since we were all there, they let us all on the same plane together.

I was sitting in the middle on one side, so I didn't take any pictures out the window or anything.

There was a three or four hour layover in Chicago before we were headed down to Mexico city. I took a moving sidewalk from one terminal to another, and snapped this picture of myself in the mirrored ceiling. The intrusion on the lower right is my sister, on a parallel track, sneaking into the picture.

Once we were at the terminal, I alternated between wandering around aimlessly in the terminal and in my pokemon game.

I had a window seat on the flight to Mexico City. It was about four hours, so I began filling up my camera's memory card long before I even crossed the border.

Everything looks somewhat neat and orderly from the air.

I like the perpective on structures that are too big to take in in a single glance from the ground.

The in-flight movie was "The Pacifier," starring Vin Diesel.

I assume we're over Mexico here, and that the water is the Gulf of Mexico, but geography is never one of my strong points.

Puffy clouds are nice.

There were persistant clouds over central Mexico, but we did have an unobstructed view into the void of space from up there. Hey, you can see the front of my camera!

As we approached Mexico City, we began our decent.

We had gotten there early, so rather than pulling up to one of those strange suspended hallways, we were ferried from the tarmac to the terminal by a bus whose body lifted up and down from the doors to the ground.

My cousin, who had arrived a week or two earlier, had sent an email warning us that the teller at the bus ticket window shortchanged her. Sure enough, she tried to give my mom $100 less than was owed. That's actually 100 pesos, which also use the $ symbol, but it's still around US $10.

Finally, after a 90-minute bus ride, we arrived in the Cuernava bus terminal.

That night, we went out to eat at a strange chain of drugstore/restaurants. Woah, I took almost the same picture of myself three times that day. It's a talent.

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2005-07-07 Cuernavaca trip, June 27th: The trip to Cuernavaca started at the Detroit airport at six in the morning. I sleepily shuffled onto the plane taking me to Chicago, and then to places beyond. Originally, I think my sister and I were taking the eight o'clock flight, and only my mom and aunt were taking the six o'clock, but since we were all there, they let us all on the same plane together. I was sitting in the middle on one side, so I didn't take any pictures out the window or anything. There was a three or four hour layover in Chicago before we were headed down to Mexico city. I took a moving sidewalk from one terminal to another, and snapped this picture of myself in the mirrored ceiling. The intrusion on the lower right is my sister, on a parallel track, sneaking into the picture. Once we were at the terminal, I alternated between wandering around aimlessly in the terminal and in my pokemon game. I had a window seat on the flight to Mexico City. It was about four hours, so I began filling up my camera's memory card long before I even crossed the border. Everything looks somewhat neat and orderly from the air. I like the perpective on structures that are too big to take in in a single glance from the ground. The in-flight movie was "The Pacifier," starring Vin Diesel. I assume we're over Mexico here, and that the water is the Gulf of Mexico, but geography is never one of my strong points. Puffy clouds are nice. There were persistant clouds over central Mexico, but we did have an unobstructed view into the void of space from up there. Hey, you can see the front of my camera! As we approached Mexico City, we began our decent. We had gotten there early, so rather than pulling up to one of those strange suspended hallways, we were ferried from the tarmac to the terminal by a bus whose body lifted up and down from the doors to the ground. My cousin, who had arrived a week or two earlier, had sent an email warning us that the teller at the bus ticket window shortchanged her. Sure enough, she tried to give my mom $100 less than was owed. That's actually 100 pesos, which also use the $ symbol, but it's still around US $10. Finally, after a 90-minute bus ride, we arrived in the Cuernava bus terminal. That night, we went out to eat at a strange chain of drugstore/restaurants. Woah, I took almost the same picture of myself three times that day. It's a talent. << src \| dest >> p.s. Images broken? Tell me the date and I'll fix them, sry.