Mexico Time Patrol part 2


Previously on Mexico Time Patrol. Late 70’s. I was doing an MBA at the University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa (Roll Tide). I’d managed to get accepted in a summer Mayan anthropology course in Yucatán. An incredible month of discovering Mexico, the Maya culture with the entire anthropology department. Above: Uxmal. I think it is the quadrangle of the nuns. Dr Baklanoff would give me a D. 😦


Double-headed Jaguar, sans Pauline. It was used for human sacrifice. Uxmal. 1978.


Pyramid at Uxmal. See how the pyramid is really made of rubble. Earth. Stones. Poured by the bucketload. Then , when the height is deemed sufficient, stairs and walls are built on all four sides. The stairs lead to small temples or sacrifice areas on top. To be closer to the gods.


“Civilization”. A mural at the Museum of Anthropology, Mexico city. 1978. After the course was over, I flew to Mexico city for a few days. The Museum is unique. If you ever come by, plan an entire day in the Museum.


Traditional costume, Museum of Anthropogy. 1978. Huichol maybe? Dr B. is gonna fail me…


“Come on, Man. You know the price is right.” (My buddy Victor)

“Well, I don’t know…” (Yucatán, 1978)


Common transportation system, Mérida, Yucatán. Year 31 B.U. (Before Uber)


“Business is slow.” Yucatán 1978.


Studio (calle) 54. Mérida. 1978.


“Vous qui passez sans me voir…” Elégante in the streets of Mérida, wearing the traditional huipil.


Market day at Tenochtitlán (today’s Mexico city), early 1500’s. Museum of Anthropology.


Comalá. A scene from Pedro Páramo, late fifties. (Juan Rulfo Exhibit, Tlalpan)


Mexico city. 2017.

Captain and crew thank you for flying Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle and wish y’all an excellent week. (Roll Tide!)


65 thoughts on “Mexico Time Patrol part 2

  1. Curieux melting-pot de tant d’influences, mais dans lequel je me sens comme un poisson dans l’eau bizarrement. Arborescence déprogrammée, mais révélatrice de la façon dont le monde entre en nous par petites touches et fragments. Il faut que je me décide à mettre de côté de quoi aller faire un tour en Amérique du Sud…. 🙂

  2. Captainji, the images carry a beautiful vintage feel about them. The carriage and the wrought iron balconies in particular grabbed my attention.
    Also, I had to look up Roll Tide to get the reference 🙂

    • Thank you. It was nice to look back at those photos and feel the vintage vibe. A group of us actually rode that carriage to go to a great restaurant in Mérida and had a splendid meal. “Roll Tide” is a very American thing. The cry of war of the Crimson Tide, THE (best) college football team. 😉 In other words, most americans know it, though they will disagree depending on the U they went to. As a further reference, I went to the University where Forrest Gump played ball. (If you’ve seen the movie) 🙂

      • Of course I have watched it. How could I not? It is one of my favourites. I shall have to watch it all over again to spot your uni again. Roll Tide! *she whoops
        I will ask my husband if he knows it. He went to Wake Forest and he knows all these American references. If he does not know, I shall make sure he remembers it for the future. After all such things are not to be messed with.
        Isn’t it amazing how photos encapsulate feelings and moments so easily? 🙂

      • Wake Forest is “North Caroliner”, right? Southeastern conference. They may feel some competitive spirit… 🙂 Forest Gump is a fantastic ode to Americana in the second half of the 20th century. Hanks is… immense in that movie. And yes you’re right… As I post century old photos of my relations I began to think that we are but photons. Who stopped the light for a second to “impress” a film. Proof that “someone” was there, even as a “brief candle”. But those photos pick up more things than mere photons… hmm. Thank you ma’amji for those thoughts. (Worth mulling on)

      • I think it does open new perspectives. My great-grandmother Wilhelmine, age 10, somewhere in Northern India, stopped photons for a brief second, around 1865, to “impact” a glass plate. Proof that she was there… Wide eyed emoticon.

      • Two successive comments of “creepy” and “spooky”? Sorry. Not my intention. But it is a fact that human life is so short, that afterwards all that remains are a few specks of light. A painting. A photo. (Wide eyes). Take care.

      • Did I stress too much on the spookiness? Sowwy. Not my intention too. It is indeed a wholesome thought. Human life measured in photons. I shall not call it spooky but surreal as it truly is.

      • Slow. I demanded an appointment with the doc who said to go 6 months. We argued back and forth and he told me to wait for 2 months and if the symptoms persist he will reevaluate. He claims it is the problem of his staff not tell the patient (me) what he has in his notes and what he is thinking. He kept saying he did not have anything to go on as he couldn’t tell if the labs were one offs or going to stay that way. I am going on without him. Ron and I have been walking, I am trying to eat better, trying to exercise and today Ron got both our bikes out, took them to a bike shop and getting them repaired. We can get them tomorrow. So we are doing all we can. I couldn’t go to Physical therapy yesterday, I had too much spasm and swelling in my back. But moving forward best as I can. Hugs

    • Yes. Aztec and Maya civilizations were very high on human sacrifice… A shame. Dr B. As in Baklanoff was still alive last time I checked. Dr Moseley (who was quite a mentor to me) died a few years ago. But regardless, their memories are still alive and kicking. Dr B. Was quite a teacher and an authority in his field. I’m proud to have studied under him, even for just a summer course and no credits. 😉
      Be good my dear.

  3. Overwhelmed – that’s all I can say.
    Scotty, please take me to the seventies over and over again until the end of time! 🙂
    (make sure you take the girl in last picture too 😀 )

    • Your request has been passed on to Scotty. Be aware that there is a long waiting list for the seventies.
      (Oh, and the woman in the last picture was likely born in the nineties…) 😉

  4. How lucky are you to have had this experience…and you’ve documented it so well! Sadly, I did not pick up a camera until I started crossing the Pacific and so only have my psychedelic memories!

    • Yes I was lucky, I guess. I used to think it was normal, but maybe it wasn’t… 🙂 Now memories are fine. I stopped taking pictures for many years because I realized I remembered better when I was not taking photos… 🙂

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