Travelblog LA#33: Huey Atlixcáyotl Festival – Mexico

24th September, 2023

 

Arriving at Atlixco at around 9:30 in the morning, I started searching for signs of activity. This is a festival that I had found out about at the last minute and made a quick change to my itinerary to ensure I could make it. The quick searches that I had done online had not wielded much information – at least not in English – so I had done what I often end up doing when I attend Latin American festivals; turn up and hope for the best.

When I reached the plaza, I could see signs that something was going on. There was a big screen set up beneath a gazebo, but it seemed – from all the empty chairs – that whatever was happening here was yet to come or had already passed so I made my way to the other place that my research told me I should check out; Cerro de San Miguel.

This hill looks over the town and – from what I had read online – seems to be an important place for the community. As I approached it I came across other people making their way up, and many were carrying drinks and snacks so it seemed that I was heading in the right direction. I asked if there was a festival going on and they nodded, directing me to a shortcut up the hill that involved lots of clambering over rocks. I raced ahead, but I think I might have gotten a bit lost at some point because I eventually had to navigate through bushes and crawl beneath a barbed wire fence. But I could hear music and a cacophony that was getting louder. I saw a crowd and followed them.

After a bit more walking, to my great surprise I reached an impressive amphitheatre perched upon the side of the hill.

Don’t get me wrong. I had figured that there must be something here – as I had read online that parts of the festival took place here – but I had not imagined it would be something this big.

And the location was also awe-inspiring, with its view of the nearby mountains and valleys.

Most of the spaces were taken but I managed to claim a seat that was not too far away from the front and waited for the festivities. There was a choir mostly made up of children singing but this was just a warm-up. It did not take long for the performances to begin.

I will not list all of them, as there were many, but I did notice that they seemed to have grouped them up by themes. The first few seemed very much to me like they were concerning courtship rituals, as they involved a lot of people dancing in pairs and other such displays.

I could also understand – from the introductions given – that each performance was by groups from different villages and towns nearby who had come to represent their community. It didn’t appear to be a competition though, as I never witnessed any winners announced.

After the ones about courtship, there followed two that both had more unique themes and were among my favourites. The first of them featured people in bright, red costumes. It was not quite as energetic as some of the other performances but something was mesmerising about the music, and the flowy movements suggested to me that the performance was about sowing and harvesting (click here to watch a video).

The second performance that made an impression on me was one about people escaping from slavery. Despite its dark theme, it very much felt like a celebration of black culture in Latin America (click here).

There followed a few that seemed to be concerned with the colonial history, as they involved a lot of groups dressed as caricatures of indigenous peoples and Spanish engaging in sword duels.

Another noteworthy performance involved dozens of people all wearing these large cone-shaped hats. They didn’t dance as such – it would have been hard to with what they were wearing – but the way their routine was coordinated in a way that made use of the bright colours (video here).

Before I tell you about the final performance – and trust me it is not to be missed – I just want to mention that there was some behaviour going on during this festival that made it a bit frustrating at times. Please don’t read this as a complaint; this was a free event so complaints would be in bad taste and I am also very aware of the nuances here. I live in a country that does not have many festivals like this and I think one of the reasons is that we have a lot of red tape which makes things far more complicated and expensive to organise. Countries like Mexico do not have as much red tape which means there is more freedom to hold events like this but the drawback is that they often have to be self-policed by the people attending. The reason I am bringing this up is because I always try to give a well-rounded account if my experiences, and this might help those who plan to attend this event in the future.

This event did suffer from poor crowd control. There were a few people in jackets located at certain points around the area but the only thing that they seemed concerned about was ensuring that the aisles between all the seats were clear. Some people had better spots than others so there were a lot of people walking around the arena in circles seeking a better view. I sat close to one of the exits, and people kept lingering there and blocking our view. There was barely a minute that went by without someone having to be reminded that they were not the main character in the story the rest of us were living in and be told to sit down, move on, or lower the umbrella they had just unfurled.

And also, some of the worst offenders were the people selling snacks. People who have travelled around Latin America will be familiar with traders who wander onto buses and other such places to sell food and drinks. These people possess no premises – and thus have fewer business expenses – and they are often given free rein because it is convenient for everyone else. They are unregulated merchants, and at this event, there were just way too many of them. Some were so fixated on selling their wares that they were not at all conscious about the fact we had come to watch a festival. I was not the only one annoyed by this, and being a foreigner, I was mostly quiet and let the other locals challenge poor behaviour. But even I found myself snapping at some of these people as the afternoon wore on.

So, if you are reading this and thinking of coming, don’t let this put you off. It is an amazing event. My advice would be to try to turn up early and try to get a spot as close to the front as possible and far away from any of the exits.

Eventually, as the festival was coming to an end, a group of people wearing birdlike costumes with wings stepped onto the stage.

I am sure you have noticed that there is a big pole in the middle of the stage by now. It was something that I did not know what it was for. This group of people formed a circle around it and started dancing around it whilst a single person played a flute.

At first, I was a bit confused. This performance was very dialled down compared to the others, and I could barely hear the flute playing because – unlike the other music so far – it wasn’t being amplified by the sound system. Despite this, I felt intrigued. I could feel an energy in the air, rising.

Eventually, they stopped walking in circles, and then – to my great surprise – one of them began to climb the pole (click here for video).

This was one of just a few surprises for me because shortly after they reached the top, another performer began to climb.

Watching this play out was very moving. Throughout the minutes that followed the whole amphitheatre went and still. Even the inconsiderate merchants stopped for a while. People occasionally applauded when each person reached the top but otherwise, they watched in silence.

The backdrop of the mountains behind them as they climbed made for a dramatic effect; there was something eerie about watching the moment that they passed the mountains and climbed higher in the sky. Someone began to play an instrument and this time it was connected to the sound system so it was louder.

In the end, there were five of them at the top and they each claimed a spot.

As a bit more time passed, I began to wonder what was going to happen next and when they were going to climb down. I could see them moving around occasionally and they appeared to be adjusting a series of ropes. Eventually, one of them rose and spread their wings. (video here).

And then, sometime after that, something else happened which blew my mind (click here for video).

I apologise for not catching the whole thing but I honestly didn’t see this coming. It took me a while to process what I was witnessing before I remembered to turn my camera on again.

Once the four of them reached the ground – to much applause – there was a final performance that came onto the stage but by then many people were leaving. I watched for a while, and it was certainly a joyous way to end the festival but I felt sorry for any performance that had to follow what I had just witnessed.

When I got back to my hostel later that night I did some reading to see if I could find out more about what I had witnessed. I could vaguely remember reading something about this event being connected to the Mesoamerican god Quetzalcóatl, which would explain why they are wearing winged costumes, but during my research, I discovered that this ceremony is called the ‘Danza de los Voladores’ and it is intended to beseech the gods for a good harvest. It is also performed during certain events in the Veracruz region. The person in the middle of the poll represents the centre of the earth while each of the four people who ‘fly’ to the bottom are the cardinal points.

After the ceremony was over, I decided to walk to the top of the hill and see the church there, and it seemed that other people had a similar idea as I found myself within a crowd. I usually don’t like big crowds but on this occasion it was nice because everyone was on a high and the atmosphere was great.

When I reached the top, people were queuing up to go into the church to be blessed with holy water, which is not quite my sort of thing but was interesting to witness. Shortly after, I began to make my way down again, passing through the amphitheatre and then along series of paths back to the centre of the town. On my way, I passed by lots of little street parties. A part of me wished that I could stay to soak up the ambience, but I had to get myself back to Puebla, so I headed to the bus station.

 

I would strongly encourage you to check out my Google photo album for this event, as I have many more photos and videos from it; click here.

 

Travelblog LA#32: Puebla & Cholula – Mexico

19th – 23rd September, 2023

 

Puebla was not on my original itinerary when I plotted my route for Mexico. I found myself inspired to come here when I overheard other backpackers talking about it, and I did a bit of reading and realised that not only did it have some historic sites – such as the Great Pyramid of Cholula – but there was also going to be a festival at the end of the week at a place nearby called Atlixco.

So, after I had finished in Mexico City I caught a bus and checked in at the lovely Casa Pepe Boutique Hostel. This is the sort of place that would usually be way beyond my budget but because it is currently low season I snatched a last-minute deal and treated myself. The dorm was air-conditioned with partitioned beds and hot showers. A bit more comfort than I am used to these days.

The next day, Cholula was the first place I explored. It is technically a different city but if you look at a map you will see that the two have merged over the years, and it was just a short colectivo ride away.

Considering this is technically the biggest pyramid in the world, you would expect this place to be more famous. I guess the fact that – from most angles – it more resembles a hill makes it less iconic and photogenic. Its appearance is deceiving, as this is arguably one of the most enigmatic archaeological sites in the New World.

Most of the site remains buried beneath the earth, but archaeologists have dug over seven kilometres of passages which revealed there are seven different layers, all built over each other throughout hundreds of years. Here is a model.

Some of the lower levels have also been excavated and you can walk around them.

Visitors to this place are initially coaxed into an on-site museum which is filled with artefacts and features information about the site. Despite claims by the likes of Graham Hancock – in his Ancient Apocalypse series – most archaeologists agree that construction of this site began in the first century CE and it remained in use until the ninth, which makes it roughly contemporary with Teotihuacan. They have even found similarities in the styles of construction within some of the layers and unearthed artefacts that suggest the two of them had a relationship and traded with each other. I find it interesting that it seems they both fell into decline around the same time too; it seems to add weight to the theories that some kind of environmental factor – such as a volcanic eruption or drought – could have played a part.

Further evidence of the drought theory was found at this altar, which has been dated to the post-classic period of Cholula’s decline. Skulls of children have been found at its base, and such sacrifices are thought to have been a common tradition among Mesoamerican civilisations to beseech the gods for rain.

The museum also features some examples of murals, including a partial reconstruction of one discovered in one of the oldest buildings of the temple. The original is over fifty-six meters long and is especially interesting as it features a scene of people attending what appears to be a festival, giving us some clues as to their traditions and the way they dressed. They appear to be drinking pulque, a beverage made from agave that people in the area still drink to this day.

Whilst the archaeological site is sectioned off, the peak of the pyramid is open to the public and is a popular place for people to walk and enjoy the view of the city. On the day I went it was clear enough for me to see the outline of Popocatapétl Volcano.

It is also home to the Iglesia de Nuestra Senora de los Remedios, which has a legend surrounding it; it is said that the peak of this hill was once home to a shrine to a pre-Colombian deity but it got struck by lightning three times so they eventually built a church there instead. It is an interesting story but I am not sure about its veracity. It does sound like it could quite easily be Christian propaganda.

The city of Cholula itself was also quite charming and after visiting the pyramid I wandered around for a while, exploring the plaza and some of its churches. The Convento de San Gabriel Arcangel and Capilla Real de Naturales are both next to each other and not to be missed.

I also found a nice restaurant called Koatlikue Pachamama. I have mostly been cooking for myself since I came to Mexico (both for budget reasons and because the street food and traditional restaurants have been quite meat-heavy), but this place is vegetarian and specialises in ancestral food so I treated myself. The owner made me a local dish called Choluteca con Salsa de Champignons (cheesy mushrooms and other vegetables sandwiched between two homemade tortillas). It was delicious.

Over the days that followed I did also spend some time exploring Puebla. The historic centre is very scenic and home to some lovely churches. They were everywhere so I didn’t really bother to log them all and just wandered in and out as I passed them.

The cathedral is magnificent, and one of my favourites in Latin America so far.

And the plaza was also a great place to wander. One evening I did so at night and saw all of the light features.

But I will say that one thing I was slightly disappointed by about Puebla was Fuertes Parque. On paper, it seemed that everything about it was the kind of thing that I enjoy, but none of it quite lived up to my expectations. The ‘park’ is mostly concrete. The ‘hill’ isn’t very high so the view is nowhere near as impressive as the one you can see from the Great Pyramid of Cholula.

Loreto Fort was quite expensive to enter and didn’t have much within it to justify that price. There were some displays explaining the famous battle that was fought against the Napoleonic forces here on the 5th of May, but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t find out by simply doing a bit of research online. It takes about twenty minutes to read all the displays and walk out again.

I briefly visited the Museo Regional de Puebla but shortly after asked for a refund. Once again, this place was a bit expensive, and none of their displays were translated into English.

One museum in Puebla that did impress me, however, was Museo Amparo. This is not state-owned but rather the creation of a rich philanthropist who inaugurated it in the memory of his deceased wife. Much of the second floor is dedicated to modern art, which those of you who read this regularly will know I am not a massive fan of so I will let someone who can judge that more fairly give an opinion.

It does, however, also have an extensive collection of pre-Colombian artefacts and sculptures, which those of you who read regularly will also know is most definitely my thing.

My next blog will cover my day trip to Atlixco for its Huey Atlixcáyotl festival. Don’t miss it as it’s going to be an interesting one!

 

For more photos from my time in Puebla and Cholua, click here.

 

Travelblog LA#31: Mexico City Part 2 (Independence Day Celebrations & Teotihuacan) – Mexico

15th – 18th September, 2023

 

As mentioned in my last blog (to read Part 1 of my time in Mexico City, click here), I arrived in Mexico City a few days before its Independence Day celebrations were due to begin, and that was certainly not something to miss. This blog is going to cover that and my visit to Teotihuacan.

The Mexican Independence Day festivities begin on the evening of the 15th of September with the ‘El Grito’. When thousands of people gather within the main square of the Zocalo district to witness the President make a series of inciting speeches to which the crowd yells back, “Viva Mexico! Viva l independence!”. This is a partial reenactment of the time when Miguel Hidalgo incited the citizens of Dolores to fight for their independence from the Spanish in 1810.

But when the actual day came, it seemed that it might not be possible for me. I didn’t mention this in my last blog but I had been experiencing problems with my back recently. I think the cause was probably a combination of things. I had spent a lot of time sitting in the seat of a car during my road trips with Juan in Costa Rica, and when I arrived in Mexico I ended up having to walk around the airport for a while with all my bags to find an ATM that wouldn’t slap my foreign card with excess charges. Then, after that, my first few days in Mexico were mostly spent in museums – which involved a lot of walking around and standing in spots as I read displays. By the time the 14th of September came I was at the point where I couldn’t even walk more than a few minutes without it flaring.

That, and on the early evening of the 15th, a storm suddenly swept over Mexico City. One that was so dramatic that the other guests at the hostel and I had to abandon the gazebo that served as a communal area on the rooftop and take shelter in the kitchen.

But, as the time drew closer, the weather began to clear and my back was feeling a little better so I decided to take a paracetamol and join the troupe of other guests heading out to the festivities.

I had thought that – with us turning up as late as we did – there wouldn’t be any space left in the plaza but it seems that we were not the only people who had been deterred by the storm. We arrived just as an opening concert was about to begin. A famous band started to play on a stage in front of the cathedral.

I stayed there for about half an hour or so but eventually had to leave. Partly because my back was starting to flare up again but also because there were no public toilets and I had drunk several beers with some of the other backpackers during the storm.

This meant that I missed the part where the President appeared. It would have been nice to witness that first-hand, I guess, but I was happy I got to see the prelude and soak up the atmosphere for a while.

There was one good thing about returning at the time I did, however…

… and that is that I got to watch the fireworks display from the roof of my hostel (whilst drinking another beer).

The following day there was a military parade, and I went to see it with two of the other people staying at the hostel.

Contrary to the previous night, we found it impossible to get into the plaza on this occasion – by the time we tried to make our way there it was already packed – so we made our way to one of the nearby avenues that the parade was due to pass through.

And, as usual with such events in Latin America, there was a lot of waiting for it to start. I think we were there for about an hour before we started to faintly hear music and other sounds echoing from the plaza. During that time we did occasionally get to watch fighter jets passing above, but besides that, we just waited.

When the parade came it didn’t disappoint. I won’t bore you by listing all the things that we saw but I will say that it was very long. Tanks, paratroopers, engineers, infantry, cavalry, medics, and many others. Some of them even on the backs of large trucks.

One of the highlights for me was a group of falconers marching by with eagles. A friend who was observing from a different place said that she witnessed them all take off. Some of Mexico’s allies were also represented, including many Latin American and Caribbean countries along with some others. I will say, however, that it was a bit disorientating for me to hear people cheering when soldiers from Russia marched by. I can only guess that they hear a very different spin on their news in this part of the world.

I will also admit that I didn’t watch the entire thing, as it was very, very long, and – especially towards the end – a bit repetitive. I made my way back through the plaza, which by then had emptied a little and was covered in confetti.

And now I will write about what I suspect most of you are here for; my visit to Teotihuacan.

I purposefully waited a couple of days after the Independence Day celebrations. Not only to give my back a bit of a rest but also because I wanted to wait until the weekend was over so I could avoid the crowds.

I was fairly successful with this. When I arrived I managed to take a few photos of it whilst it was still fairly empty, but I think that might have had more to do with the fact that I turned up early. Within a couple of hours, some tour buses arrived and the place was much busier.

The first feature you see when you enter the site is the Pyramid of the Sun, which is much bigger than pictures like this would make you think.

It is also possibly misnamed; many contemporary historians have analysed the archaeological finds and concluded that this is more likely to have been dedicated to Tlaloc, the rain god. I do not have the authority to weigh in heavily on this but – as an amateur enthusiast – the arguments for it seem fairly convincing to me.

After walking along the Avenue of the Dead, one reaches the second most prominent pyramid that looms over the site; the Pyramid of the Moon. Evidence left in murals seems to suggest that this was dedicated to a deity we do not have a name for so is often referred to as The Great Goddess of Teotihuacan.

In truth, we do not truly know what any of the deities of Teotihuacan were called. Their civilisation fell into decline mysteriously during the eighth century and their script has never been deciphered. The Aztecs rediscovered this site hundreds of years later and appropriated many of their gods into their pantheon whilst giving them new names.

Close to the Pyramid of the Moon are a series of buildings filled with little temples, shrines and courtyards. They are not as well-known but fascinating because many of the walls are covered in murals and carvings.

Speaking of carvings; a tip that I would like to give to those who might be visiting is to not miss the Museo de los Murales. This is also close to the Pyramid of the Moon and is included with your entry fee when you come to Teotihuacan, but many people miss it. It is home to many of the better-preserved murals that they have recovered from the site, many of them with information.

On the southern side of the Avenue of the Dead are Plaza Oeste and some of the residential areas. The Plaza has an interesting example of the different stages of Teotihuacan’s different stages of building as they have excavated one of the floors to see more steps beneath.

The residential areas are perhaps not as exciting to look at if you are a visitor, but – as usual – this area has been a treasure trove to archaeologists in finding clues as to how the people of Teotihuacan lived.

Teotihuacan is very intriguing in that regard. I have seen a few instances where people have nicknamed the Teotihuacan ‘The Rome of Pre-Colombian America’, but I am not sure if that is the most fitting comparison to be made. They were certainly very multicultural, as the evidence from the living quarters shows that they had many different peoples dwelling in this city – including the Maya – and some of them even had their own districts.

Another thing the archaeological evidence indicates is that they were a fairly egalitarian society whose citizens enjoyed a fairly high standard of living for the time. They are still not sure how this place was governed as they haven’t found any indication of a singular ruling class. This, and the other mysteries that surround them concerning their religion and mysterious decline, makes me think more about the Harappans (if a comparison were to be made).

The Temple of the Feathered Serpent is usually the final stop for those who visit Teotihuacan. It is situated in a very iconic plaza surrounded by little platforms and pyramids, and it is certainly structurally impressive.

But I didn’t get quite the same energy as I did from the other two main pyramids here, and I am not quite sure why. I think this one has been excavated a lot, and I suspect that the serpent heads on display are recreations, as they look far too well-preserved to be originals.

One last thing I will say about Teotihuacan is that there are a few other little sites included in your ticket scattered around the nearby neighbourhood. Some of them were closed on the day I came but I did manage to get inside the Palacio de Tetitla which is a great example of the high standard of living the population of this city enjoyed and is covered in interesting murals.

 

For more photos of Teotihuacan, click here. Also, I have many videos from the Independence Day celebrations that can be found in my Mexico City album.