Saturday, 23 October 2010

Baby

Baby

Our turtles all have different personalities. Subtle differences, but they're there. This is Baby, bought on a day where our sense of imagination as far as names goes was exhausted. She is by far the most human friendly of our turts. This wasn't always so. She was the most timid. Until she got an eye infection which prevented her from being able to open her eyes.


Three to four times a day I would rub her eyes with cotton buds soaked in an anti biotic eye drop liquid. It took about 10 days before she was fine, but by the end, instead of hiding her head in her turtle neck and fighting the administration of the medicine, she would keep her face out, welcoming the relief. And she's been friendly ever since. Look how she's looking straight at me, with a slight sense of interest/bewilderment on her face. But no fear. Dear little thing.

Monday, 11 October 2010

Homer

Homer

Just over five years ago we came home with two tiny little 5 peso coin sized turtles. Sponge Bob (aka Bob) and Homer. The Simpsons/cartoon theme would continue with future turtles. Dear Homer. There's not a lot to say about him really. Other than to mention in passing that Homer is actually a her. But she's never caused us any trouble. Never harassed any other turtle.


Never done much of anything, truth be told. She hides under the rock at nightime and sunbathes on top of the rock in daytime. Whatever the time, she's never more than a few inches away from the rock. So not the most adventurous or sociable of my turts then....

Friday, 8 October 2010

Taxistos

Taxistos

I got to the end of Paseo de la Reforma. And carried straight on. Because there was no definitive sign that I had actually come to the end of Reforma, and I didn't have a map handy. Who knows how far I would have gone had these two taxi drivers not leapt in front of me, demanding that I take their photo. I also took the opportunity to ask them where Reforma ends. They pointed back the way I had come. Great. Fortunately I hadn't gone too far past the end. Just a kilometre or so.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

V

V

Meet the most recent addition to my collection of students. I have a total of 14 students in 8 groups. Five male, nine female. Seven in their 20's, one in his 30's, four in their 40's and two in their 50's. Although I always call them by their proper names, most of them have names that translate easily into English. Adrian, two Charles', Lewis, Cynthia, Mary Helen, Lilly, Karen and Alexander. Diana looks easy on paper, but I do sometimes accidentally use the English pronunciation. I'm not sure about English versions of Iliana, Araceli or Efrain. But Victoria is easily the simplest of the bunch to get right.

Monday, 27 September 2010

Hobo

Hobo

The life of a street dog, abandoned and unwanted, is usually tough. There are some right mangy old hounds wandering the streets of Mexico City, with their rib cages visible through lack of food. This is not the case with Hobo, however.


Hobo goes by many names. Hobo is the one we use. Hobi, sometimes, because she isn't a he. Negra, Negrita and Sasha are other names. She's lived out in the communal cap park since she was a pup, but fortunately for her, everyone loves Hobo. She has her daily rounds, to the park, to the market, to the drunk guy store, to the juice vendor. To the taco stalls in the evening. All within the block. She doesn't cross any main roads, ever.


She's always offered some food, water, a scratch behind the ears or perhaps even a tickled tummy wherever she goes. A man buys her five tacos every evening. She barks and chases off strangers coming into the car park in return. And she hangs around with a group of young lads who have a beer and smoke by their cars. They love her too.


In fact one of them took such a liking to Hobo, that for the last couple of years she's only been a part time street dog. Where once a few of the neighbours took her for shots and check ups at the vet, he gets her seen to. She's regularly washed, and frequently turns up with bizarre hair cuts and ribbons. Maybe a T-Shirt when it's cold. Best of all, she gets a bed indoors each night.


We once considered adopting her, but she was too happy being a Car Park dog. And when she came in our house once, she started drinking from the turtle pool. Not healthy. So we limit our participation in Hobo's life to some occasional left overs, a scratch and maybe even a stick to chase. Or an old oil can. Whatever she turns up with....

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Daniel

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Another day, another dollar. Another student (technically, former student), another Face.

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Guy Y Stella

Guy Y Stella

A long time resident and TELF survivor of Mexico City, Guy is the guy to see if you want to take a TEFL course and teach in Latin America. Maybe in 20 years little Stella, his daughter, will be the one to see if she decided to follow in his footsteps.