This is Xochimilco, a place which has taken me about three days to remember how to pronounce even vaguely correctly (a bit like so-chi-milk-oh with a kinda German-ish “sz” sound at the start). Protected by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site, it’s basically a bunch of canals that were used, back in the day, by flower traders and the like. Now it’s, well, it’s quite nice. There’s not a huge amount of gorgeous scenery to look at; the occasional flower nursery, a bunch of back gardens, and some wasteland. But it’s a very nice afternoon out.
One of the good things about already knowing someone in a foreign city is being able to tag along with their mates, and that’s what happened when I went to Xochimilco. There were eleven of us on one of these little boats, getting drunk on beer and tequila, eating lovely food prepared by dudes in smaller boats who’d pull up alongside ours and cook the stuff.
And for me and the other Englishman on our boat, we had the joy of watching a bunch of Mexicans all singing along and dancing to what is apparently called ranchero music; songs that everyone knows, but also find a bit funny. I guess the German equivalent might be schlager, but I can’t think of a British equivalent. Basically, it’s folk music; but how many of us Brits can jump up and sing along to traditional British songs? The conclusion the other Englishman and I came to was our equivalent would be Tiger Feet.