By Jorge Cirett
In the morning of the 26th, most people rose early, and by 6:00 hours there was a lot of chatter and movement. The AIMMGM was getting buses to transport convention attendees, and companies were bringing trucks and transport vehicles to take out its personnel and business acquaintances. Someone claiming to be part of the Ciudad de México government came and gave a weird speech where a lot of stuff was mingled. Nothing clear came out of his intervention.
The next video shows the spot that we arranged to spend the night, using diverse pieces of furniture from the hotel.
After patching two windows and the sunroof of Miguel’s car, and having breakfast provided by the hotel staff, we asked for directions and took out from the site. The look of the buildings, houses and businesses along the streets was bizarre, with semi-obstructed streets, fallen trees and light posts. We could see some people coming out from a strongly damaged convenience store carrying beer cans, but that was the only case of plunder observed.
If you have seen images from urban areas hit by a tornado, then you can imagine the scene set before our eyes, kilometer after kilometer, until we were out of town. The vegetation showed the signs of the force of the wind, either slumping to one side, fallen or neatly trimmed to the trunk or thickest branches. As we drove farther, the trim was on only on the part of the tree looking to the ocean and even further away, 30-50 km the vegetation was undamaged.







This recollection ends with a good bowl of green pozole at the Tecuan restaurant in Chilpancingo.






















