Big ass city. Eight million. Lots of people. President's Palace. Old buildings. Crepes. Busses. Lots of busses.
I can't get the pictures off of my camera, and the ones on my iPhone don't do much, but there are a few neat things I found here. First, there's a single block of sidewalk where you see a bunch of people all crowded around, at first seeming to all be staring at their shoes, perhaps in some shy manner to avoid eye contact. As it turns out, though, this is a rare stone exchange. And it's super serious. Thousands and thousands of dollars are held on little white folded pieces of paper as potential purchasers expect first by eye, then by mini-microscope to determine the street value of the precious stone. Jota informed me that most are probably carrying guns, and that there is never any crime on this particular block. Very odd thing, really.
I learned not to say "hola" to guys here. They look at you funny. Hola is fine for girls, but Buenas is more appropriate for guys. Interesting.
It's freaking cold here when the sun isn't shining. Girls all walk around in down jackets and fancy boots, and men wear suits or at least carry sweaters. It's a good climate to dress well all of the time, so I clearly stand out being a bum from the beach.
The McDonalds and KFCs are mansions here. Two stories, even sometimes roof decks. Crazy.
I'm definitely not into big cities these days.
Meh.
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