A day in Tepoztlán: A Pueblo Magico

Tepoztlán was our first encounter with a ‘Pueblo Magico’. The arrival wasn’t as whimsical as we might have imagined; we were unceremoniously dumped out of the bus on the hard shoulder of the motorway and left gobsmacked on a grass verge!

Only 3 other people had got off with us; all of them had marched off purposefully before we even got our wits together. Living in a foreign country and trying to do things like a local can get you in a pickle sometimes. We looked for signs, nada! It made sense not to try to run across the motorway so that only left behind us; we scrambled along a path hard trodden into the ground and dipped down into a smaller cobbled road, determined to ask someone the way. It’s easier to be confident when the sun is out and there’s 2 of you!

Whether you’re in a quaint province or in the beating heart of Mexico City, seeing people using sweeping brushes made entirely of sticks is to be expected. (Picture a witch’s broom in the shape of a rake). The Señora venomously trying to rid her stoop of dust, who I tried my Spanglish out on, gestured emphatically to a taxi and told us we had to go, “down, down, down!” to get to the market and start of the famous hike up to the ruins. (These may not have been her words, I’m saying this based on her charades ability, not any words I could comprehend) Apart from being disgruntled about going down to go back up, which no sane person appreciates, we were relieved to know it was a single mountain road we needed to follow. Who pays for a taxi when it’s one road? Not budget bitches.

That descent revealed a host of pretty little boutique hotels, ‘intimate’ rooftop pools seemed to be the trend and if we’d known, we would have stayed in one for the view into the valley and for a good soak after a tiring hike! Top tip: investigate places to stay!

If streets can reflect their residents, like dogs their owners, then Tepoztlán’s image is a consistent one, it’s affable. All of it. The weekend market is cheap, despite the influx of Chilangos (slang for the residents of Mexico City), the street art can’t be disputed for graffiti, smiles are easy, mosaics and statues are glimmering, handmade beaded bracelets abound, and patchwork pants are the unofficial uniform. This is where hippies go to die. (Only after they have thrived though!)

A squat man, lined like a treasured love letter, was roasting chickens on a spit at the entrance to a courtyard. Emboldened by our success in coping with the bus debacle and avoiding paying for a taxi, we took another gamble and accepted his offer of food. We were shooed onwards towards plastic chairs and sat in the communal garden of a few homes; a stray dog seeking shade; 2 children chasing each other and a rusting swing-set perched on a flat roof without a ladder to be seen.

This sight alone could inspire a thousand stories.

A startled looking matriarch reluctantly told us what drinks were available and we realised they did not normally host. We were not in a restaurant or casual alfresco pop-up, there were no menus; we were just benefitting from serendipity (and poor, but well-meaning, Spanish skills which will open many doors for you in Mexico)

The chicken had been seasoned with some sort of chili, naturally, and the rice was served with lime. It was sublime. (We did spare a little for the stray though).The whole things would have come to £2 but we left double as a means of gratitude for such rare hospitality. We left without fanfare. This detail matters, as it’s something that makes Tepoztlán atypical.

Meandering towards the start of the climb to Tepoztlán’s most famous attraction, a temple and complex of stone dwellings crowning the Sierra de Tepoztlán, the array of Michelada on display is enough to tempt even a non-drinker like myself! Michelda in Tepoztlan is an art-form in itself,  the beer is adorned with goo tipped rims of what may be sweet or sour crystals, gummy worms bob inside and there’s the inevitable tamarind coating the straws. (You could just have a plain one with salt and lime; but if you’re gonna day-drink, while hiking in the unforgiving sun, you might as well be flamboyant about it.

The temple we were are all clambering towards was built in dedication to the to the Aztec god of Pulque, Tepoztecatl. Pulque is Mexico’s oldest alcoholic beverage made from the pulp of the Maguey Cactus. Of all the places to celebrate booze why would you pick a temple that has a sheer drop at the side of it? If that doesn’t cause your untimely death, the horrendous metal stairs, zig-zagging like a fire escape you see in American apartment blocks, runs up the cliff face for the last 200m, with nobody monitoring how many people go on it at one time, or in what direction.  Whether under the influence or not, I challenge you to avoid tripping over the tree roots that seem to be smothering the path and tugging at the very fabric of the mountain.

When you get views like this, stop and appreciate them.

The climb is arduous. The Aztecs, Mayans, and Incas must have all had arrested development when it came to shoe size, because whole sections of their marvelously crafted architecture seems to have been made with munchkins in mind. We try not to keep our eyes glued to our feet, the uneven footing or sharp lurching ledges, but we don’t gander with the flora as freely as normal! We spot people turning back at the mid-way point, many are in flip-flops, some carrying small children. The climb is arduous. TopTip: Do your research! Wear decent trainers or hiking boots.

 

The pyramid at the top is not a patch on Chichen Itza or Teotihuacan, but its remoteness makes it the most tranquilo. (Unless you happen to be there while a young couple are hanging their baby over the edge of the pyramid top, trying to pass it like a rugby ball between them to get back down the harrowingly steep steps; their bodies side-on just to fit a foot on each ledge).

My friend had seen a Coati here, it brazenly loped up the steps and tried to steal her fruit. Claudia, is the only person I know that actually dislikes most creatures (apart from people, despite the fact we are the most sinister of all the animal kingdom) and this opportunity was totally wasted on her. Much to the disgust of Georgia and I, we were not blessed with a Coati spotting. The multitude of signs warning us not to feed the Coatis made us think if we ventured a little way from the crowds, into what would have been the pauper living quarters, but are now ramshackle terraces reclaimed by the insects, we might spot some. We thought if we sat still and quiet, with tempting food lying casually at our sides, we’d increase our chances too. It didn’t. After an hour we headed off, cursing Claudia.

Ice cream in Tepoznieves was our reward for the sweat and fears of our escapades. I visit this parlour in my dreams. Again and again. If Frida Kahlo had filled a pinata, with the help of Catarina, and it was smashed open, the decoration of Tepoznieves would be the outcome. Your eyes are bombarded. Plus, it’s Mexico, staff ignore us as we gaze at all the displays and snap silly photos mimicking the skeletons. When we eventually order, I think that the temple should be rededicated to the god of helado.

Georgia is really glad I’ve chosen to share this particular picture of her.

The market is brimming with bargains and there are so many quirky things to explore, like the mushroom museum, but for me, Tepoztlan is a Pueblo Magico because of the atmosphere it fosters, history still seems to be breathing with the same lungs as the hippies and the hikers. I’m not one for a retreat, but I could while away a lot more time in Tepoztlan, maybe I’d grow older gracefully too.

To leave we had to sit on a bench at the only petrol station in the town, there was no timetable, the sunset let us know that patience pays.

16 Replies to “A day in Tepoztlán: A Pueblo Magico”

  1. What a cool adventure! The hike to the top sounds like a great workout and you were well rewarded with the amazing views from the top. And a perfect sunset to end your day! 🙂

  2. Wow Mexico is gorgeous! I have only ever been to mexico and visited resorts – i think i gotta go back!

  3. so colourful! Love an authentic experience in Mexico. Did you go backpacking all over Mexico?

    1. We worked in an international school in CDMX for a year and basically travelled to other places during the holidays. Before returning to the UK we rented an apartment on Isla Mujeres for a month. Mexico is just fabulous.

  4. The street art and color and views there are just so beautiful!! 🙂

    1. Plus, these pictures don’t capture the charming atmosphere which I couldn’t really find words for either!

  5. How amazing. I love ending up in a non-restaurant. You two are fun!

    1. That’s really kind of you to say. We surprised ourselves actually and still chuckle when we are reminiscing about it!

  6. Kristin In Motion says: Reply

    I’ve only been to tourist/resort Mexico. I’d love the chance to explore the actual Mexican culture someday! It looks so colorful and fascinating!

    1. Yes. Get away from the resorts!

  7. This place sounds awesome! I really need to explore more of Mexico, have mainly been in the Cancun/Riviera Maya area…

    1. Did you see Flamingos?!

  8. Although it was a rocky start, sounds like a great adventure!

  9. Wow this sounds like quite the adventure, and your photos and writing are beautiful! I’ll definitely have to keep this spot in mind if I ever visit Mexico.

  10. It sounds like your day started out a little stressful, but then ultimately turned out to be a great one. I absolutely love the various pictures of artwork you shared – such talent! And that view after your climb is truly beautiful! I’m not much of a hiker, but I will do a hike if I’m promised a good view. I can’t believe people were trying to do it in flip flops though!

  11. The city looks really interesting. I love visiting others counties and trying their cuisine because I love different foods. However when I got off the bus I would have panic not knowing where to go.

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