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CUANDO LA MUJER SE SACA EL MELATE (Mexican Lottery)

Una mujer llega a casa muy apresuradamente, rechina las llantas de su auto en la entrada, corre dentro de la casa tirando las puertas y grita a todo pulmón a su marido:

‘Apúrate!! Empaca tus maletas!! ¡¡Me gané el Melaaaaateee!!!!!!!!!’

-El marido responde entusiasmado:

‘¡¡¡Dios mío!!!…. ¿¿¿Qué debo empacar??? ¿ropa de playa o de montaña?

Ella responde…

-¡No importa pendejo!!!!. ¡¡¡¡Solo empaca y LARGATE A LA CHINGADA!!!!

…it´s this one. Even better than I thought, 7 megapixels, wide angle and various other bells and whistles, just what I needed for when my bulky but lovely Pentax DSLR is overkill. It’s charging now and then I’ll wander off and try it out. Tomorrow I get me mugshot in the paper and I reckon a fair few Flickr peeps will also have their photo published too.

I bought a tripod the other day as Day of the Dead is when you really need a steady camera to take long exposure night pictures. Here´s one from Myrna´s house of the altar she made for her mum.

I watched Carlos Reygada’s latest yesterday, Luz Silenciosa, which is a relatively restrained film about the Mennonites in the North of Mexico. Very nice photography in it, but not really my cup of tea. By a long way. Frankly, I’d rather read a book of the pictures than have to bear 2 hours or so of very, very slow moving plot. Luckily Jose, Javier and Franz came round to provide a commentary throughout. Without that I’d’ve been asleep after 15 minutes. No gerontophilia this time, and that is something to be thankful for. After watching Japon I badly needed the mind bleach. I just looked at the IMDB page, one user has the perfect one-line review: “Art-house pretension at its most tedious” Amen to that.

Sita’s being interviewed today in america, and I haven’t heard from her today yet but yesterday she seemed well impressed with the place. It’s in the foothills of the Rockies, so that means I have no clue where she is. Upper Left Gringolandia? Looking forward to a phone call later…

Thanks Amy, Mum, OneWay and Flash for the congrats. I pick up me camera on Monday.

If you´re wondering where I´ve been and why the hell I aint been posting these last few days, check out the latest Day of the Dead related several hundred pictures on Flickr…

as per always, but I’m trying to fit in as much day of the dead nonsense as possible in our last few weeks. So today I went for a wander round the Mezquitan cemetary and am off in a matter of seconds to a display of altars in Casa Vallarta, then tomorrow morning bright and early I’m off with Javier and Ofelia to Patzcuaro to get a taste of the day of the dead Michoacan style. It’s non stop and I’m loving it!

Then to cap it all, I just won a camera for the aforementioned photo competition (see below and comments). Suffice to say I’m smiling even though my laptop’s about to give up the ghost. Aptly enough.

I’m well chuffed, one of the pix I sent to a local newspaper got printed today. Mine’s the top left one:

The competition is ongoing for a year and there’s cameras and holidays in Cancun to be won. Details in hungover Spanish here.

I can´t get my head around the time change yet and have been up for a while… Anyroad, just a quick post to thank Jana and Victor for hosting the pumpkin carving soirée yesterday, which was good clean innocent fun despite the Satanic connotations. And plentiful booze. Pumpkin carving is not really a big thing here, but there´s a host of other traditions available related to the Day of the Dead which I hope to be photographing over the next few days.

El Arenal is a sleepy little town on the way to Tequila. It’s also where the jimadores albureros were from, so yesterday I went to deliver them the photos. They weren’t there, obviously. It was 1pm ish and they were up to their elbows in agaves I expect. The matriarch of the family was there, however, and after a fair amount of explaining that I wasn’t trying to sell her anything she was all smiles. I had a quick wander around the town, there’s more to it that you see from the main road. The Guadalajara-Tequila railway passes through it and it has a nice traditional town square and church replete with its neon crosses on the spires. Something I hadn’t noticed before, but thanks to the zoom on me camera is that the neon crosses also have lightning conductors. So much for faith… He helps those who help themselves avoiding relampagazos I s’pose.

SuperNova, a fellow Flickero wrote me a nice email about his memories of the place, specifically a place to get drunk cheaply: Here’s a rough translation… (proper translations cost 50 centavos a word for the record)

Hi Gwyn:

In the interview that Sita did with us the other day I mentioned that my family used to go and buy our tequila in Arenal. I see you’ve been there. If you pass by there again, go to this place, it’s very peculiar. Outside there’s a shop where they sell soft drinks and snacks. You go through the side of the shop and there’s a patio with tables. At the back there they sell chicharron de puerco (glorified pork scratchings) and hot salsa. They let you sample their tequila, but they’re so generous that you can refill your glass as many times as you like. And that’s what people do: arrive, buy soft drinks, snacks, ask for a “sample” of tequila in their glass, then mix their drinks and enjoy the afternoon/evening. They keep asking for more “samples” and there’s no charge. They sell tequila in gallon bottles (with no label) and in normal bottles (with labels).

Then details follow on the name of the place and how to get there. If you’d like to know more shoot me an email and I’ll pass on the directions. Far be it from me to bring unwanted attention to what sounds by all standards a fine institution.

Suffice to say I think we’ll be going back. Anyone fancy being the designated driver?