Teresa Bruce's Blog, page 22
August 7, 2017
Rosa of Zinacantán (Drive Day 38 minus 14 days)
Rosa speaks Tzotzil to the giggling girlfriend sitting next to her in the outdoor market but Spanish to tourists, like me. And she drives a hard bargain for the shawls she weaves after school, adding 10% to the total for Gary to take photos. She’s not shy and obviously smart but when I ask her what she wants to be when she grows up the question baffles her. “All I want is for people to buy my things,” she says.
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August 6, 2017
Not your typical Sunday service (Drive Day 37 minus 14 years)
No cameras are allowed so I concentrate on my other four senses to commit this place to memory. The smell of pine straw hits first, when my eyes adjust to the darkness inside the San Juan de Chamula church. Then I get a whiff of wax, which makes sense when worshippers drip it onto the tiled floor to serve as a molten base for rings of candles. Women fan out what look like black fur skirts and gracefully sit in the center of the flickering rings. It’s the perfect position for grabbing live chickens by their scrawny necks and dangling beaks inches from the heads of sleeping infants. Others pass whole eggs through the candle flames and give themselves gentle massages with the warmed shells. Men in thick wool vests strum guitars and burn torches of incense, streamers fluttering from their black hats. It’s all watched over by traditional Catholic saints in glassed-off window alcoves, and suddenly, a busload of European tourists.
Their presence feels invasive so we slip out the back entrance. Our campground is about two hours away by foot. The Central American Handbook strongly advises against hiking through Zapatista-held villages, but the only roadblock we encounter is this group of kids demanding to be photographed: for cash.
[image error]San Juan de Chamula, Mexico: photo by Gary Geboy
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August 5, 2017
Standoff in the Chiapas jungle (Drive Day 36 minus 14 years)
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After days of drum circles and poetry I almost forget about the ominous clippings I saved from my Library of Congress research. Until we hit a roadblock in the jungle village of Ocosingo. We’re in a tour van headed for Palenque and completely at the mercy of the mob outside. You’ll have to read Chapter 11 in the book for the whole story. Here’s a hint: it’s called Shoot-Outs. I think of Nancy in Arizona and her warning and I’m glad my gun is still hidden in the Avion back at the San Cristobal campground.
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August 4, 2017
El Che was, no, is still here (Drive Day 35 minus 14 years)
Each night the zocolo fills with Rastafarians and trustafarians alike, trance dancing under a sky filled with fireworks.
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I’ve never seen so much Che merch – but it’s alongside indigenous women selling stalks of fresh Swiss chard, bundles of fragrant fat lighter and bunches of cilantro and strawberries. This is a farm-to-fighter movement and we devour its intensity.
[image error]photo by Gary Geboy
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August 3, 2017
Rebels and poets (Drive Day 34 minus 14 years)
This is mountain rebel Mexico where dogs growl at outsiders from rooftops. Street kids sell homemade rag dolls of the Zapatista leader Marcos and his warrior companion Ramona. But after a few shots of mezcal in a corner bar we make friends with some locals – poets who run a used bookstore. She introduces herself as Tanya de Fonz. He calls himself Marco Fonz de Tanya. We discuss art and the relative talents of Frida and Diego. They insist there are only three brilliant muralists in Mexico and they are all Orozco. We’re in never-be-a-licker country.
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August 2, 2017
The last campground in Mexico (Drive Day 33 minus 14 years)
In two months, I’ve gone from an entitled North American woman who wasted water every day to one ecstatic to find a fresh water well in the San Cristobal de las Casas campground. It’s mountain fresh and while I don’t trust my gut enough to guzzle it like Wipeout does, it means we can take showers and fill the Avion’s slowly disintegrating water tank to wash dishes and flush the toilet.
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According to Gary’s journal, it is a pleasant 72.7 degrees and 6,717 feet in elevation. According to our guidebooks, this spot is the last campground we will find in Mexico. I’ll revel in its little luxuries as long as I can.
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August 1, 2017
Close encounters and prophetic paintings (Drive Day 32 minus 14 years)
There is a point in Southern Mexico so exotic, so narrow that the onshore winds from opposing oceans collide. It is so dangerous to drive through these winds that the main highway through the Isthmus of Tehuantepec is off limits to 16-wheelers during the heat of the day. That’s just the threat of jackknifing, I tell Gary – we’re not pulling a trailer behind us. But our camper feels top-heavy and unstable and the low jungle is blowing sideways. Which is why we don’t see two massive oxen emerge from the brush to cross the highway. Gary makes a split-second decision to swerve and gun it instead of trying to brake and I could swear I hear horns scraping the Avion’s aluminum sides. That’s the moment I realize where I’ve seen them before: the painting we bought back in Oaxaca has come to life.
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July 31, 2017
One Stubborn Dog and a Mexican Goat (Drive Day 31 minus 14 years)
I’ve arrived at a heat threshold: 90 degrees. That’s the limit above which we can’t sleep inside the tin can that is our camper. In Santa Teresa Tehauntepec at 5pm the thermometer inside the Avion says 104 degrees so we take Wipeout for a walk and hope it cools off by nightfall.
[image error]Santa Teresa Tehauntepec, Mexico: photo by Teresa Bruce
If I can get heatstroke in Mexico, maybe my dog is susceptible too. Otherwise why would she pick this particular animal to challenge, head-on? I barely get out my camera in time, I’m laughing so hard. And then she charges the goat again. The sound of thick skulls smacking literally bounces through the papaya grove. I’ve always known Wipeout has more beauty than brains. But exactly one month into this road trip she proves she is as stubborn as the woman who insists on traveling with a gun.
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July 30, 2017
The Great Mezcal Coverup (Drive Day 30 minus 14 years)
Say hello to Martin Garcia. He’s the reason Gary is not spending tonight in jail. He’s a world-class meszcalero with zero marketing budget so he flags down customers driving out of the Oaxaca valley. We stop and taste the best mezcal from a donkey-powered roadside still I’m ever likely to. We buy a jug, or rather we empty a pickle jar and he fills it: he doesn’t have much in the way of merch either.
Fast forward a few hours driving through semi-desert heat, a couple of nasty topes and a road block. Scary looking Federales are searching for weapons and I have a gun hidden under the camper’s carpet. Luckily that carpet is now soaked in old-dog urine and the contents of a pickle jar of mezcal that must have fallen out of the cupboard when we hit a tope. For the rest of this story, you’re going to have to read the book.
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July 29, 2017
The Mother of all Street Dances (Drive Day 29 minus 14 years)
Not everyone can afford tickets to the official amphitheater dances of Guelaguetza, so in the gift-giving spirit of the festival’s name, dancers take their daily performances to the streets. Marching bands provide the beat and proud parents pour homemade mescal straight from dried out vegetable gourds to the spectators.
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Oh and if you’re sober enough to be standing by nightfall, there’s this. And then more dancing. It’s going to be hard to drive away from Oaxaca.
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