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Nothing fancy, but no hole in the wall, either. (There's a fine one of those two doors the other way from the Ucum) Wood tables and chairs with table cloths, not beer brand plastic. Family atmosphere (if you're lucky as I was, you'll catch Skeletor talking in Spanish on the inevitable TV). I had a cheese and ham omelette for $20 pesos and a large fruit plate (watermelon, cantalope, banana, and papaya) for $12. But about that omelette- it was actually a platter with veggie rice, salad, fries, and some fried black beans. Not to mention a big basket of sliced sourdough rolls they call bollilos in these parts. Not too shabby.

In the eveing you can eat well for less, also. Smoked pork chop with the full treatment for $28 pesos (yes, that's under $3) Steaks, seafood, etc.

A block WEST of this store is desert heaven at La Michoacana, but take a stroll south on Ochoa for some tasty and unusual eats. About a block down on the left is La Invencible, a very good bakery with great varieties of invicible bread and goodies. Mexican style, you use tongs to load up a tray, then take it to the register. But next door is really worth looking out for, El Pavo Dorado. They have some unsual Yucatan stuff, which I’ll get to, but mostly this is absolute paradise for anybody (oddly not unlike myself) who loves turkey sandwiches and has been in Mexico long enough to crave one. Strangely, although the turkey was practically invented in this area (and first eaten by Europeans here, forget that Plymouth Rock thanksgiving jive), it is almost impossible to find it in Mexico except in processed "ham" blocks with names like "Fud" and "Jam". But HERE, at the Gilded Turkey, you can get it just about anyway you want it. They have turkey sandwiches, turkey tortas, turkey tacos, turkey salbutes, turkey panuchos, turkey stew with or without eggs (¿?). My advice is avoid the sandwich (lousy Bimbo brand "wonder" bread). Also pass on the normal turkey torta for $10 pesos. It comes on a roll, but is picked to pieces, the way they like to do. Spring for the $18 peso special filet sandwich, it’s the hot setup. Thick slabs of white breast. Yummy. And you don’t even have to watch the damn Lions try to play football.

The only way I can tell you what a salbut or panucho is, you have to try one. No big deal, but very regional. Try their weird little tamales instead. Or top off your sandwich with a $3 peso empanada, a sort of poptart or popover or what-have-you. Stuffed with melted cheese, or for kicks, cazon, meaning chopped up shark. Tell your friends about your shark danish snack.

For desert, get the platano cubano—a tiny banana stuffed with cheeze then fried, then topped with cream. It doesn’t look like a banana; it looks like an egg. Very tasty. They also have horchata and jamaica and smoothies and all sorts of cool drinks. It may not look like much (even the turkey looks like left over Thanksgiving decor), but it delivers good, conversation piece chow for cheap.

Paleteria y Neveria La Michoacana (Popsicles and Ice Cream "Michoacan Girl" to gringos) is in the block east of the state book store on Heroes, two blocks from the pier. Spot the green and white striped awning across from Bonsai. Hit this place if you know what's what. They've got:

The Museum is a beauty, and much enjoyed by everybody who visits it, from foreigners interested in the Mayan world to school children getting a glimpse of their heritage. It's a nice, modern museum, and very much in the New Mode of Museums for the Television Generations. Random levels, trees and recorded bird calls, multi-monitors flashing slides, interactive computer displays. Self guided, or with English-speaking guides by arrangement.

It is also almost entirely a museum of reproductions, replicas, and models. There are some smaller pots and clay objects of true antiguity--including some beautiful and very intact complex clay whistles and rattles--but the codex pages, stelae, and carvings are all fiberglass reproductions of the real stones, which have been left where they stood. Very good copies, I might add-you have to touch them to know the difference. And WHAT did they tell you about touching stuff in museums? Don't be a damn Philistine, the ages are watching you. Probably this is a better idea than the way things used to be handled, with Greek marbles and Egyptian stelae stripped from sites and carted off to museums in other cities, or more likely other countries. I found it easiest to think of the museum as a sort of walk-through guidebook that explains while it shows what things look like and what they looked like back when people used them. There are some very cool models of the ancient cities under glass in the floor-I was dying to run a little electric train through them. A few exhibits are intrinsically modern and ellucidate better than the originals-notably the hand cranked, ceiling high computer that allows you to crank the gears representing the 360 day year, the 260 Holy Year, and the Big Wheel of millenia around to arrive at a given date. Find the end of the world!

Another probable improvement on reality is a room shaped like one of those little bungalows up on top of the pyramids, every inch of the interior all painted like new in bright colors, a sort of Sistine Chapel for cartoonists. It's very unlikely you could see anything like this in real life-if the original paint help up for thousands of years, they'd be nuts to let knuckleheads like us get in there and degrade it. But here you can see the full splendor of the old murals. And they are surprizingly modern, in many ways. Mayan art is strange: in some ways it is so stylized as to be recognizable only to archeologists (assuming their interpretations of this Picassesque stuff is valid), but other things, like human faces are wonderfully rendered, showing subtlety of expression. The Mayans would have made fantastic political cartoonists. The mural shown in the Museum is a great little piece of court lore, with various personages standing around shooting the doubtless holy shit. You just immediately start seeing little balloons over their heads, saying like, "¡¿Say WHAT!?" or "Shut up and pay up, bozo," or a VERY obvious "Somebody get that damn kid out of here, will you?" I think this one shot brings home the Mayans as humans more than any other display.

Whether or not the huge stone heads of gods/monsters or the extremely neat, three story statue of the Mayan Tree of Life (The Sacred Ceiba) impress you may be a measure of your own imagination. I loved the Tree, a depiction of the realms of existence from sky down to the underground water of the underworld. And it seems so natural to people who live around water-filled cenotes on a flat plain and view the open sky. In fact the concept of Natural is made much of here, with all the eco-babble of people living with nature. Well, you KNOW how I hate to be politically incorrect, but primitive people generally live with nature-they have no choice. Unless you consider stripping stone from the ground to build giant temples and ball fields an example of living with the natural world on its own terms. An interesting display in the museum shows how the Mayans used cradleboards and straps to deform the skulls of infants into the fashionable shape-also hanging little dingle-balls between their eyes to make them cross-eyed, another fashion (and possibly explaining the current Mexican taxi cab). Is this living in Nature, or perverting nature of the most intimate sort (like the size of your brain cavity) to suit the designs of Man?

Anyway, the Museum is pretty damn cool. $50 pesos for foreigners ($20 for students and teachers with I.D.) Hours are 9 AM to 7PM.

Walking south from the Museum you pass a huge Monument to the Meztiza. It has a towering abstract piece or weirdness attached, but the main impact is a very cool depiction of the mixing of Spanish and Mayan blood. It all started over here in the Mayan world, before Cortes turned his attentions to the more celebrated Aztecs. They even have the NAME of the guy who founded the Meztizo race that comprized most of the population of Latin America. The first Squaw Man. The huge figures show a giant, curly haired Spaniard (or possibly Jeus or Hippie) on your right, his breast opening as he offers his spinal column up (or is it a chain of DNA?). On the left side a very Mayan woman with super nice tits (as usually depicted by these nature-loving souls) is also disemboweling herself. (This is nothing compared to the Mayan art, where all sorts of atrocities take place and you don't know whether you're seeing cosmology, bizarre sex, or massacres.) In the middle, a beautiful child sits, looking pretty Western, actually; international diapers commercial potential,corn in his left hand and a book in his right, heir to these two such diverse strains of blood. It's pretty nice actually. People here in the South seem more relaxed about Indian heritage than in the North, but everywhere in Mexico it's a major neurosis. They want to claim the glories of the past, but nobody wants to be an indio. They want to trace themselves back to European nobility, but the canquistadores are rapist assholes. Not that that's totally a bad thing: the standard Mexican term for "scoring" with a woman is "conquistar". So they get a little confused. But the government is wholeheartedly in support of Indian culture. Not that you'll see many people of indigenous blood in the government. Talk to the Zapatistas about that one. It's a neat style of art, a very Mexican form of modern/ancient/post-socialist. There are other less scrutable pieces around the area-one seems to show an overtime victory by the Chicago Bulls over the Forces of Mordor officiated by satanic astronauts, but I might be a little off on that one.

Leading us (both geographically and thematically, you'll notice) to the Fine Arts Center, a fine, functional building in constant use and dominated by similar artistic mestiza. My favorite shows a Mayan God squatting between huge lines of Mexican men and women with mantillas and machetes, the rows receding like the multi-Gods on Hare Krishna art. Again, the ancient reproduced and interpreted through modern eyes for modern sensibility.

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From the pier, the malecon (Mexican for a boardwalk or seaside promenade) leads along the Bay. This is green water, not blue--the bay is almost entirely landlocked, except for a canal out to the Carribean. The malecon is broad, paved, and studded with old cannons. A nice walk or jog.

The first sight is a huge pillar commemorating something vague, as usual. In front of it is a weird statue featuting crushed cannons, a woman looking freaked-out, and a guy with a gun and some strange helmet. WW1? Swiped from fire department? Hard to say. As mentioned, the Mexicans think of themselves as very martial for some reason. Their national anthem is full of war cries and crashing cannons shaking the very earth. Why such a harmless country would think of themselves as bloodthirsty and dangerous, while the United States likes to think of itself as peaceful and helpful while dominating the world, is curious. It ties into Mexicans' fierce and insecure patriotism, a characteristic I find charming. In front of the statue is a stage area where civic events, carnivals and fiestas are held. Friday nights they have Viernes Vaqueria, live music in the evening with lots of goodies being sold around the edges.

As is the small stage area in front of the next monument down the way, a very nice bronze sculpture/fountain of a fisherman hauling in a net full of floppers. If yoú're in town on Thursday, fall by here in the evening for Jueves Bohemio, where live music is presented free by the city. Right across, by the way is the Junco de Hong Kong, a pretty good Chinese restaurant--but it closes at 6 PM, fairly incredibly for Mexico, where everybody eats out at like 8.

The huge green building ahead is the State Congress. Across the street from which is the Maqueta de Payo Obispo, a very cool little dodah, see entry. Round the corner and the malecon runs by Punta Estrella, a big kiddie playground with slides and rope climbs and all sorts of stuff you never thought of turning kids loose on. Including two slides that end up in the water! Go for it.

Anchored right off the main pier is a pontoon boat with a charming superstructure, a little houseboat, actually--and it's a COFFEE HOUSE!!! Step aboard and onto the fore deck, or inside, where everything is charmingly panelled in ash-blonde or teak-dark tropical hardwoods. There are about 5 tables. You can go topside, too, but no tables or chairs there. And they have real actual coffee, an actual expresso machine. Coffee is $8 pesos, (about 80 cents American) and cappucino is $12. Also have sodas and cold drinks and some pretty good pastry and baked goods. Tiny sweet tarts are a good bet.

But who cares? Point is, you're sitting there sipping your joe on a cute little houseboat. If you don't see what I mean, don't bother going, you're hopeless. Romantic souls, it's worth an hour bus layover and a couple bucks taxi fare from the bus terminal just go hit this place for a cuppa java.

From Cocos to the pier, Heroes is all about shopping. Good shopping at that. Nothing to flip out foreign tourists, but for those of us who live in Mexico, especially places like Isla Mujeres, it's incredible. There are no umbrellas where I live--here they sell for $25 pesos, under $3. A diving mask that would go for $35 US on the Isla goes for $13 here. They have real clothes! For cheap! It's great! Acutally one of the current crises in Chetumal is the failure of stores due to the Free Trade Zone at the Belize border. People dash down there to shop, even places as far north as Cancun have shopping excursions to the border. And yet Belizans come to Mexico to shop, too. Their dollar goes further on exchange here. The perfect border: cheaper on both sides of the fence.

There's a sophistication here you don't see in similar sized Mexican towns. Shops have names like Mel Rose or Reddy Freddy, change houses are called Easy Money, there are places called Samurai and Bonsai and Curacao. This is mostly for the same reason that there is so much money in a remote little place like Chetumal--the capital of the state of Quintana Roo. (No, Alex, not a character in Winny the Poo.) There is the usual stamp of state money. Beautiful women in smashing outfits glide along on obscure errands or long lunch breaks. Barbered, useless-looking men wear fine suits and drive mirrored SUV's. You see BMW motorcycles on the street. Restaurants like Executive Club do big business at lunch. Fancy projects are in evidence, free music provided.

I finally found a saxophone reed here. They have electric guitars made by Fender in China and by Peavey in (dig this) Vietnam. Snorkels with valves. Rolexes. Real perfumes. Heroes is all about prosperity. Out of town people live in hovels, but here things hum right along. They protect the Manatee, glorify the Maya, build a beautiful "Socialist School" with a mural showing the Mexican eagle flanked by a Mayan warrior and Mexican soldier from some vague era. Right on Niños Heroes. About six blocks from museum to pier.

I forget the name of the architect and the dates and all that honor student crap. If you're interested you'll go check it out and know all that. If not, why should I care? But even if you don't know diddly about it, the model is so cunning. It's in a little house surrounded by windows so you can walk around and see the whole little village on the shores of a painted bay with old boats. The streets are labeled and coated with sand, the houses are the size of shoe boxes, but totally detailed, right down to each seperate pole supporting each little porch rail. Little water tanks are in each yard, a tiny tower in the central park has a clock. It's like a 3D snapshot of an old timey life and I would love to go there. I've even got a place picked out with a view of the water and across from the park. Far away from the damn schoolyard.