paulfraser (paulfraser) wrote,
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On a Tuesday in August

On Tuesday the 10th I returned to Australia. I was there for half an hour and then I went back to Mexico.

I went to the embassy to vote, and to get told off.

After the lady printed up my ballot papers, she asked if I was registered with DFAT as a resident in Mexico City. I'm not, because I don't really see the point. If I'm not registered and the volcano Popocatepetl explodes and destroys Mexico City, my folks with call DFAT and they will say “Ah yes, your son is not registered with us. We have no information on his status at this time.” If I am registered and Popo goes boom, my folks will call and DFAT will say “Ah yes, you son is registered. We have no information on his status at this time.” If someone can give a single good reason refuting this, I'll register. If not, Mr. Government can just live without knowing exactly where I am and what I am doing. But anyway, when I told the lady I'm not registered, I got spoken to in a way I haven't been spoken to since early high school. A nice condescending “Do so, pleeaaase”.

I had noticed there were four other folks there voting, the first other Strayans I've seen here in 10 months, and when the lady led me into the voting room (they even have those poxy cardboard voting boothes) I asked if there were many Australians in Mexico. She said “Apparently there are. But I don't know because you don't register.”

Two things I have tried of late are pozole and pulque. The former is a kind of soup filled with cayenne pepper and paprika, and thus is the only thing I've tasted here that resembles what we get sold as Mexican food in Australia. It is the equivalent of the 2am souvlaki. The later is a pleasant tasting, slightly tangy fermented drink that is horrendously slimy. I've been told not to ask why that is, but the texture is singular, like having a layer of thin liquid over some slimy object that presses against your lips, like a frog trying to climb into your mouth. You get to the bottom of the glass and there is no frog.

An interesting aside; Mexican names are built this way: Given-name Father's-surname Mother's-surname, or in the case of a married woman Given-name Husband's-surname Father's-surname. This explains why everyone has 2 surnames and I would be corrected for using the second one, and why anyone with my name in front of them trying to sell me something would call me Mr. Raymond.
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