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Seven things that annoy about Mexico - or: humor is when you laugh anyway

Seven things that annoy about Mexico - or: humor is when you laugh anyway

Sun, palm trees, tequila and fiestas - tourists, students and expats in Mexico enjoy the sunny side of life. But where there is light, there is also shadow, as is well known: cucarachas, machos and non-functioning everyday items are part of it for me. A different kind of travel report.

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Why does every travel report have to be positive? Like everywhere else in the world, there are things in my beloved Mexico that are annoying. Things that make you smile on good days, on bad days on the verge of nervous breakdown - and show how different our cultures are. Here the Top seven things that annoy you.

Power failure, water shortage and alternating showers

Electricity and internet connections available around the clock, water supply and perfectly functioning sanitary facilities are - depending on where you are - not a matter of course in Mexico. Flexibility and ingenuity are encouraged: I write texts freehand without the help of the Internet, romantic candlelight evenings free of TV and internet increase. A day without a shower is also possible and a cold shower can be oh so refreshing! In general, Mexico's showers seem to have a life of their own: Often hot and cold water trickles alternately from mostly clogged shower heads, which leads to involuntary, unproductive alternating showers. When the toilet cistern is yawning empty, you can refrain from going to the toilet or, in an emergency, ask your friends and acquaintances who currently has working sanitary facilities. You get back Humility in the face of things taken for granted.

Background noise

Mexicans love Noise, music and loud noises of all kinds. Last night at 1 o'clock my neighbor got the idea to take the surrounding houses with me Banda music to be filled with sound - volume to stop. Fortunately, I am relatively noise-resistant and fell into a sleep accompanied by booming bangs. However, which was interrupted abruptly at 6 a.m. by a rocket impact, I thought myself drowsy in a war zone. But: I was actually woken up by a volley of fireworks in honor of a patron saint of the village district, right in front of my house. I'm not that noise-resistant after all! The festivities have been going on for two days, and the Tepoztlán typical deafening sounds "Cohetes" belong - it seems that the firecrackers even go off the car alarms and the dogs make them howl. In between, the cheerful, exuberant music of a funeral parade thuds through the alleys, loud advertising for cleaning products is made via megaphones on cars and a barking dog makes all of Tepoztlán's street dogs bark as well. With all the noise, of course, the music in the houses has to be turned up all the louder! At lunch in Tepoztlán's market, it is guaranteed not long before a guitarist raps his folklore down my neck or a pubescent boy raps his rhythm straight into my ear.

Over-ambitious waiters

The subject of not-being-able-to-eat in peace definitely also includes the genre of over-ambitious waiters. These highly motivated people come prancing around and ask questions every five minutes "Todo bien?" and I answer, my mouth full of food: “Yes, everything's fine - still!” In between there is wiping on and around the table, my feet being swept, the vase shifted from right to left, the salsa bowls randomly lined up brought. And then again: "Todo bien?" And I just nod in annoyance. A coherent conversation with the meal partner is sometimes not possible or only very unsatisfactorily. If a conversation does happen, Mexican waiters love to stand by, watching and with pricked ears, and let a comment flow into the conversation without being asked. But if you want to pay and order the bill, nobody is there. It feels like an eternity before you get the attention and you are "allowed" to pay. Why? I dont know!

Insects, spiders and scorpions

Cucarachas, mosquitoes, scorpions, giant spiders and singing cicadas - the list of involuntary domestic and garden animals is long. Insecticides are only partially effective against you, so it is advisable to put aside all fears and feelings of disgust in the first step - goodbye arachnophobia, Exposure therapy is announced; is 'in'; is hip; is trendy! Even if they look quite dangerous, most of the spiders here (except the black widow, whose acquaintance I have not yet made here) do nothing and so they coexist with me in my room. I've even given names to my favorite spiders. The cucarachas are also harmless. Nevertheless, reaching into a bag of crisps in which a Cucaracha has already made itself comfortable, or accidentally stepping on a Cucaracha is not exactly the hit - this nutcracker sound and that liquid something that shot out of this Cucaracha remains unforgettable! A scorpion bite is not to be trifled with, it can be fatal. So I got used to Always take a look at my shoes and clothesbefore I put them on.

Mosquitoes are annoying, I have slapped myself countless times when trying to fall asleep in the hope of catching the plagues. Until I found an effective spray - citrus aromas and lavender don't like mosquitoes at all, a mosquito net and a fan can also help. Singing cicadas gather on all the trees in Tepoztlán in the Mexican spring and “sing” as much as they can. The hotter the temperatures, the more the singing artists turn up to attract the females - a high-pitched, whistling, really deafening hum in the upper frequency range is over Tepoztlán - I would run away if the "cigarras" weren't everywhere.


It's not a cliché: The Mexican men are macho - a few exceptions confirm the rule. Foreign women in particular are charmed and ensnared, every Mexican would like one "Güera" Call (Helle) your own and carry it around with you as a trophy. A “Güera” or the diminutive “Güerita” sounds on every street corner - sometimes hummed gently, sometimes loudly articulated with a swollen chest. The Mexican macho tends to “want to possess” and to overprotectionism. As a self-employed European, you have to fight for the right to cross the street alone, emphasizing that you can indeed. Then he snapped briefly - until the next attempt. The Mexican men are sometimes very pushy, and a "no" seems to spur them on. Repeated rejections of invitations are followed by further invitations, even unanswered WhatsApps are by no means a reason not to continue sending messages every day - I've learned mine Only give out phone number in exceptional cases.

The Mexican macho is passionate and jealous, but not averse to cheating itself. With all the macho behavior, however, he usually knows where the limit is. I have never been touched immorally and I feel thoroughly for sure among Mexican men. And I even like some facets of machismo. Women are held the doors open, men run on the sidewalk on the side of the street, women on the side of the wall - women definitely feel that way respected, treated well and protected.

Be a lighthouse

The feeling of being taken for something special is sometimes nice. But sometimes it can also be annoying constantly attracting attentionjust because you are “bright”. You feel like a lighthouse! Horn concerts, puzzled and penetrating staring children's eyes as well as loud “Güera” calls are one thing, street vendors who are supposed to Dollar blessings from foreigners apart from the other. Always being considered rich just because you have light skin is understandable, but it can be annoying, especially if you are short of money yourself. Then I never tire of explaining that I have no dollars in my pocket, no euros, and very few pesos. Also being constantly mistaken for an American and being spoken to in English is on the mind. The joy and the sudden openness of the Mexicans is nice when you explain in Spanish why you prefer to speak Spanish and come from Germany.

Beat around the bush

Germans are direct. And that's a good thing, I think. Because playing with the hidden messages and talking about the bushes is exhausting and often leads to an endless egg dance with many misunderstandings. The Mexican perceives directness as impolite, the German often does not know how to interpret the hidden messages correctly. The German take words literally, the Mexican is more creative. It is well known that in Mexicans mañana can actually mean “tomorrow”, but also “the day after tomorrow”, “in two weeks” or “never”. Sometimes it sucks not to be able to really rely on a statement, it gives you a certain feeling of insecurity. Still, I usually have the experience that Mexicans stand by their word, you just have to remind them - once, twice or even twenty times.

Antidote to culture shock? Serenity and humor!

I wanted to write about ten things that are annoying. Seven occurred to me. With something - or rather a lot - Humor, flexibility and patience you survive all annoying situations in Mexico with flying colors. I will definitely miss those little things in Germany that sometimes drive me to the edge. You don't have to understand Mexico, you have to live and feel Mexico - and for all its beautiful and annoying things, I love this wonderfully chaotic-crazy-cheerful country!