It's not a big surprise, but Mexico city is chock a block full of people try to sell you something at every turn. Whether it's in the streets, at the metro stations, on the trains and on the buses.
They wander up and down the trains shouting about what they've got to sell, and it could be anything from bottled water, to batteries, to some random kids toy. And all for a tenth of what these thing would cost you in Australia. Yesterday there was a man who was selling cd's. He had a portable cd player which was blaring snippets of bad 90's pop throughout the carriage.
Nathaniel & I went out to the Teotihuacan pyramids yesterday. On the bus they had a man get on to sell drinks, at the next stop a lady got on to sell some kind of sweet cake thing. At the third stop a guy got on with a guitar and played a few songs before asking for donations. And he was damn good! I was hoping he would play again if he got enough. He was singing in Spanish, but it was songs I recognised. It made for enjoyable trip out of the city.
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