This is the second part in an exploration of Mexican art, from my own perspective. The first post looks at history, religion, street art and graffiti. This one explores Mexican fashion, food, water and people.
Mexican food is diverse and each corner of this vast country reflects the panoply of flavours available that it has to offer. However, I have to admit I found the cuisine too meaty and heavy, but occasionally I’d be lucky enough to discover the odd idiosyncrasy here or there, such as fried bugs with chilly and lime.
A cheeky chicken in Chiapas checks out the corn-filled basket for treats.
A delicious traditional breakfast and a freshly squeezed orange juice before our epic trek up Tepozteco mountain
A Mexican lady showing me her jewellery in Mazunte.
Whilst perching uncomfortably at a bar in Mazunte, awaiting for the band to start, and resting uncomfortable in the fact that I knew nobody, I decided to jot down some ideas for possible things I could write about. In the back of my little black leather notebook is written the following, as an adage to my first far more metaphysical and rather intellectually taxing list:
Guilt, and the futility of – Mexican maids, street kids, beach vendors, etc.
The ubiquity of Hip-Hop.
Conundrums of travelling alone – burnt back, hanging out in bars such as this one.
Hypocrisy in the 21st century hippie culture – dreadlocked man and our chat post his slow, inarticulate description of water massage therapy.