miércoles, 21 de mayo de 2008

10 años después

Few days before I departed Mexico I gathered with some people I grew up with, time and space made us drift apart, some of us are living outside of Mexico, some others decided to stay there... anyway, the important part of all this is that 10 years or so since that last time we all met it was a great joy to see each other and hear the shortened versions of our lives...









Un par de días previos a mi partida me reuní con esta banda, tiempo y espacio nos separó, algunos vivimos afuera de México, otros decidieron quedarse ahí, lo importante de todo esto fué que después de 10 años desde la última vez que nos vimos fué un gran placer vernos y escuchar en versiones reducidas las historias de nuestras vidas...


Alberto y Pablo, Omar en el fondo










Gloria tan guapa como siempre...



Pablito, jijo de su... este cabrito chinga quedito! (dicho lo anterior con todo mi respeto!)


Monica, Gloria y Alberto (Miguel al fondo)

viernes, 9 de mayo de 2008

From a Megalopolis to a Cyclopolis


Twice a year Budapest gets filled with bikes, retaking the normally risky streets, then, the city leaves its constant flow and welcomes the avalanche of bikes ridden by the most common citizen and the most bizarre fellows... now being fully legal in Hungary I jumped from the Megalopolis that my beloved Mexico city is to the greatest Cyclolopolis...


during the gathering the british council gave free t-shirts to thousands




the ladies turned into critical misses


you could find some "chained street art"


tibet supporters


the bizarre


pseudo-mexicans (which were really from vienna)


the very europeans


and those who came to enjoy the great weather...


before the start all took their place


and waited with a smile


or with their messages... like my mate Gyurma and his tibetan flag


or their "day bike", as Dani did


many also lingered, ask Miki!


"The Critical Mister" Loaded...


we waited more, yet Joe took it as easy as always...


it was not later than we were crossing the Duna




and this geezer coultn't help it and started jammin'


after the crossing we chilled and found a spot to rest the legs...


but not for long, this dude not only couldn't get us beer from the shop, but got all cheeky about it...


not to mention he also stole the last beer we had! cheeky bastard indeed!


crossing the tunel...


and we had to stop cuz...


we had to take one of him and the parliament...


the dog insisted on coming, -"no way I was going to miss critical mass!!" (he barked...)