Jesus Climent: Permission to complain
On friday the 5th I started my trip to MX. I am assisting to Debconf 6 from the very first day, so that I can help the local team (at least with translations and such).
I arrived to the airport early, so that I didnt have to suffer last minute stress if I see that the line is way too long and I have too little time to catch the plane.
It all started fine (well, I forgot my keys at home when taking the dog for a walk, but I managed to reach my girlfriend and she came back to open the door for me).
I must be the worst traveler in the world, since I seem to be causing only problems. Or maybe is that I question too many things that are the status quo and seem reasonable for other people.
From the begining. It was check-in time, and the lady ask me about my hand luggage. I mentioned that since my friends were going to be waiting for me at the airport for almost 2 hours, I had prepared all my stuff so that I was not carrying anything dangerous in my two backpacks. Heck, I even left behind the regular tools that I carry with me, including the nail scissors,...
The lady said it was not possible. "Sir, you can only carry 8 kilos of hand luggage". I looked around and saw people with lighter bags, but bulkier than mine. "Sorry, but, what is the reason? My luggage is smaller that the regular luggage, and I just need to get out asap". "Security reasons, sir". "Could you describe those reasons?". "... ... (surprise face) Security, sir. I would like to travel with my 20 kilos os luggage with me, sir". Yeah, sure. I am happy about that. I dont recall going away for such an extended period with such an small amount of things.
When did all this madness start?
Well, she did not manage to give me any reason why I could not take my things with me, but she got her sweet revenge. She put me on the back of the plane, with a guy who had at least 50k more on than I, although we both paid the same price for the ticket. I wonder where the security reasons are then, for those 50k...
(Mental note: add to the travel checklist not to EVER forget deodorant and to take a shower before leaving home. Two showers. I had enough torture with the guy beside me...)
The nice part of the flight was that for the first time i traveled on a Jet. Boy, is nice.
Landed in Germany. The plane went to park on the backyard of the airport. We had a long 10min trip back to the terminal.
The check-in for the plane to MX was a full hour set in advance, so that the HUGE amount of people that fits on one of those 747 had the time to show (for the 10th time) the passport. But looking aroung one wonders again where those security reasons not to let me carry my 8 kilos of luggage are: people around me had bought nearly their year salary on duty free stuff that wights more than 15k.
Oh, boy, now I am confused. Is it so that someone has decided to add a rule in the name of security at some point after 11/9 and they forgot why? What difference does it make to get the luggage with 8 kilos from outside the terminal than from inside?
As a side note, one can see that mexicans still keep much of the Spanish attitude. The speaker goes on, a man speaks in German and explains that people with children will board before anyone else. Nobody has understood anything, but they are already piling before the boarding gate. Once the man speaks in English, only the ones who dont understand English still await impatientily at the gate, mostly disturbing the check-in procedure for the flight, which will probably be delayed because of that.
The second part of the trip was a bit more relaxed... I will skip the story about the looks-like-it-is-not-her-day flight attendant who could not understand a shit, and will only mention that when she served me a light coke and I handed her the empty can for dispossal, she gave me another full can with a face of "take-this-and-shut-up,dont-you-see-i-am-not-having-a-good-day?".
I did not know Mexico was in the south hemisphere. At least that was the reason given for the satellite-linked internet only working the first three hours, although we were flying through Greenland, Canada, USA and Mexico's gulf for the 12h of flight, and Mexico IS on the (using the lonstanding critizised convention of not putting the map upside-down and say that is the right possition) north side.
After landing it was a bit of rush, until I had to wait for my luggage, which of course came after waiting for almost 40min (Revenge of the Check-in Lady, take three... hi, if you read me). The people who create those inmigration forms MUST have short names. They have a big horizontal box with small vertical lines on the boxes to put your data trying to force you to put every character of your name in one small designated area. So there you go: "J E S U S _ D A N I E L _ C L I M E" That's right. Not even my first surname fits. Forget the second. This are the times that a friend of mine comes to mind: Enrique Garcia-Villarubia Gomez-Limon (Hi, if you read me).
After all this I went out to find Amaya and h01ger waiting for me. We met Ganneff, Stockholm, Sam and Jeroen, and Damog, along with Agi, were coming right after picking up the van.
We put Ganneff and Stockholm on a taxi and sent them to Oaxtepec, and left the airport for some dinner.
Mexico is BIG, BIG, BIG. After driving for more than half an hour we got to a bridge from where you could see the city lights. And still, they were covering the horizon. HUGE. That realization is something I have not digested yet. Some local beers and tacos made the end of the night and we headed to Hector's place, where we were going to spend the night.
From a not so negative point of view, the whole experience has been positive, and enlightening, to say it mildly. The food is mostly spicy. It could burn hell. Amaya is trying to get use to it by eating an insane amount of hot stuff but I refuse to do so.
For the scared (hi, helix) I have not managed to get anything from the tap water. So nobody is dead, yet, although rumor has it that some are in comas.
The net is here, although the roundtrip values are not very exciting.
Mao has visited already the place, and said it is here to stay.
Summary for the ones to come: this is HOT. I mean, really HOT. Forget your long jeans and bring shorts, even if you dont like to show your legs, sun screen cream, t-shirts, deodorant, swimming suit, and keep a bottle of water all the time with you.
Food is served at a more sensible time than in Finland: 02:00h and 20:00h.
See you in MX.




