OK, so this is not a food blog, but after shoes and travelling, food and cooking is probably my next biggest 'thing' and can definately be described as a foodie, no doubt! Found this list on a cool foodie blog called Very Good Taste. The list was compiled by the blog's author as his idea of good (and bad) food everyone should try at least once. Thought it worth spreading the idea since its quite a lot of fun.
The instructions and my own personalised list is below (linked items as per VGT to Wikipedia):
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten. (doesn't seem to work so well on here so just putting (Y))
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating. (I've gone italic as I don't know how to do the cross out bit)
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/ linking to your results.
The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
1. Venison (Y)
2. Nettle tea (but have had Nettle cheese)
3. Huevos rancheros (Y)
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile (Y)
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue (Y)
8. Carp (Y)
9. Borscht (Y)
10. Baba ghanoush (Y)
11. Calamari (Y)
12. Pho (Y)
13. PB&J sandwich (Y)
14. Aloo gobi (Y)
15. Hot dog from a street cart (Y)
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle (Y)
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes (Y)
19. Steamed pork buns (Y)
20. Pistachio ice cream (Y)
21. Heirloom tomatoes (Y)
22. Fresh wild berries (Y)
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans (Y)
25. Brawn, or head cheese (Y)
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper (Y)
27. Dulce de leche (Y)
28. Oysters (Y)
29. Baklava (Y)
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas (Y)
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl (Y)
33. Salted lassi (Y)
34. Sauerkraut (Y)
35. Root beer float (Y)
36. Cognac with a fat cigar (Y)
37. Clotted cream tea (Y)
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O (Y)
39. Gumbo (Y)
40. Oxtail (Y)
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk (Y)
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more (Y)
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala (Y)
48. Eel (Y)
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear (Y)
52. Umeboshi (Y)
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal (Y)
56. Spaetzle (Y)
57. Dirty gin martini (Y)
58. Beer above 8% ABV (Y)
59. Poutine (Y)
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst (Y)
65. Durian (Y)
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake (Y)
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain (Y)
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho (Y)
72. Caviar and blini (Y)
73. Louche absinthe (Y)
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu (Y)
77. Hostess Fruit Pie (Y)
78. Snail (Y)
79. Lapsang souchong (Y)
80. Bellini (Y)
81. Tom yum (Y)
82. Eggs Benedict (Y)
83. Pocky (Y)
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash (Y)
88. Flowers (Y)
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab (Y)
93. Rose harissa (Y)
94. Catfish (Y)
95. Mole poblano (Y)
96. Bagel and lox (Y)
97. Lobster Thermidor (Y)
98. Polenta (Y)
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee (Y)
100. Snake
80/100 for me - not bad, of course, not meant to be the be all and end all of lists, but interesting nonetheless!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Weekends away
Highly highly highly recommended. Do at least one weekend away every two months (or every month if you can swing it). Take a drive, an hour, two or three away from where you live into open country and allow your mind to take in and adjust to the shift that occurs when suddenly your eyes can see further than just your PC screen. It really is worth it.
I have been pretty good at the regular weekend away - self-catering so that I can indulge in my other form of therapy, cooking (and more recently baking but more about that another time). Just a few notes for the weekend self-catering packing list:
1) Make breakfast easy and healthy, bacon and eggs may be weekend breakfast food, but you're like to indulge all day, so rather opt for meusli, yohurt and fruit. a) much healthier and you're likely to have more energy to enjoy the rest of your day and b) much less cutlery and crockery which means you'll only need to wash up once a day.
2) Pack pinic type food for luch: salads, cold meats, cheese, crisps, fruit, cupcakes, etc. Pack this into the car (in a cooler bag/box) when you leave to go exploring in the morning, if you decide to stop in a little town and have lunch there, fine, but if you happen to find a magnificant vista you have everything there ready for an impromtu picnic with a priceless view. Don't forget to pack water and a blanket.
3) Dinner is your call, if like me, making food is therapeutic for you, indulge at dinner (keeping in mind that you have limited equipment at your disposal) or opt for a dinner at an interesting restaurant you saw during the day.
The bf and I just got back from a magical weekend, despite the disappointment in the accommodation we booked (also won't go into that now since the booking agent still has a chance to make up for it), the sights around the area in Mpumalanga (a province in northern South Africa) were just breathtaking. Perhaps because of the disappointing accommodation, we made sure we were out early and back after sunset, which resulted in ensuring that we enjoyed the full magnificance of the views on offer. We were in an area referred to as the Panorama route which truly lives up to its name. I knew we were on track when we passed by a giant shoe proclaming 'Shoe caves' close to the Echo caves in the area! Towns in the area include Graskop, Sabie, Pilgrim's Rest and Hazyview if you're looking for something to Google. The Kruger National Park (SA's biggest - or at least one of the biggest - nature reserve and a home for the big 5, no, not Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel and Versace!) is also quite close by although you will need more than a weekend to explore everything the area has to offer.
I have been pretty good at the regular weekend away - self-catering so that I can indulge in my other form of therapy, cooking (and more recently baking but more about that another time). Just a few notes for the weekend self-catering packing list:
1) Make breakfast easy and healthy, bacon and eggs may be weekend breakfast food, but you're like to indulge all day, so rather opt for meusli, yohurt and fruit. a) much healthier and you're likely to have more energy to enjoy the rest of your day and b) much less cutlery and crockery which means you'll only need to wash up once a day.
2) Pack pinic type food for luch: salads, cold meats, cheese, crisps, fruit, cupcakes, etc. Pack this into the car (in a cooler bag/box) when you leave to go exploring in the morning, if you decide to stop in a little town and have lunch there, fine, but if you happen to find a magnificant vista you have everything there ready for an impromtu picnic with a priceless view. Don't forget to pack water and a blanket.
3) Dinner is your call, if like me, making food is therapeutic for you, indulge at dinner (keeping in mind that you have limited equipment at your disposal) or opt for a dinner at an interesting restaurant you saw during the day.
The bf and I just got back from a magical weekend, despite the disappointment in the accommodation we booked (also won't go into that now since the booking agent still has a chance to make up for it), the sights around the area in Mpumalanga (a province in northern South Africa) were just breathtaking. Perhaps because of the disappointing accommodation, we made sure we were out early and back after sunset, which resulted in ensuring that we enjoyed the full magnificance of the views on offer. We were in an area referred to as the Panorama route which truly lives up to its name. I knew we were on track when we passed by a giant shoe proclaming 'Shoe caves' close to the Echo caves in the area! Towns in the area include Graskop, Sabie, Pilgrim's Rest and Hazyview if you're looking for something to Google. The Kruger National Park (SA's biggest - or at least one of the biggest - nature reserve and a home for the big 5, no, not Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel and Versace!) is also quite close by although you will need more than a weekend to explore everything the area has to offer.
We stayed close to the Blyde River Canyon, a huge nature reserve that stretches as far as the eye can see and then some. I'm including links to some random websites for those interested but will leave you with a pic of this place so you don't miss out...
The area also has a number of very pretty waterfalls on view as well as picnic areas where you can indulge in the views of the hills, rivers and water pools around. Despite opting for a restful, relaxing weekend, we managed to hike up a couple of pretty steep rocks just to soak up more of the green and blue spectacles but eventually got smart and opted for a horse ride to access some of the more remote areas which cannot be reached by car.
Having had a stress immunising shot of nature, for good measure we visited the Sudwala caves on the drive back home, apparently the oldest known caves in the world and pretty impressive with massive stalagtites and -mites still growing patiently through the ages. What perspective this gives! Do wear shoes that can stand up to a hike and good at clinging to rocks etc. as this is one type of holiday where a pretty pair of pumps will not only make you look a little silly but keep you from taking priceless mental pictures.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Re-inventing the heel
I have been bad. Radio silence for too long, but I have been revelling in shoe zen. Having found myself stressed and burnt out after too much hassle and too little me-time, I rediscovered the beauty that can be found in the switching-off-of-mind fashion magazines that abound. What wonderful mental popcorn, these colourful images containing trappings of luxury that I could never hope to afford (on the kind of regular basis that I covet). (but isn't that what knock-offs are for?)[who said that?! knock-offs ruin the stability of the industry! What are you saying??]
Perhaps my mental state is slightly more fragile than I had anticipated. (erm....anyway)
In the autumn/winter collections of the masters of the art of fashion (yes, I know the season's pretty much over, but the shoes are still pretty), this year's shoes had the most wonderfully inventive designs ever. Now I don't know if this has all been done before (only having consciously lived in this century), but suddenly everyone is re-inventing the heel, yes, actually. Why have they never thought of this before? I have no idea! It all started during the winter of last year when Prada (at least I think it was Prada) brought to market the lovely spray painted type colouring and slightly more chunky heel than we had seen before. You will now see this gentle shading effect on everything, from blouses to handbags and yes, knock-off shoes. But something was awakened and this season was a feast of architectural wonders. Feast your eyes...
Charlotte Olympia
Jil Sander
Louis Vuitton
Mui Mui
Stella McCartney
Another Stella
YSL
aaaah....
Perhaps my mental state is slightly more fragile than I had anticipated. (erm....anyway)
In the autumn/winter collections of the masters of the art of fashion (yes, I know the season's pretty much over, but the shoes are still pretty), this year's shoes had the most wonderfully inventive designs ever. Now I don't know if this has all been done before (only having consciously lived in this century), but suddenly everyone is re-inventing the heel, yes, actually. Why have they never thought of this before? I have no idea! It all started during the winter of last year when Prada (at least I think it was Prada) brought to market the lovely spray painted type colouring and slightly more chunky heel than we had seen before. You will now see this gentle shading effect on everything, from blouses to handbags and yes, knock-off shoes. But something was awakened and this season was a feast of architectural wonders. Feast your eyes...
Charlotte Olympia
Jil Sander
Louis Vuitton
Mui Mui
Stella McCartney
Another Stella
YSL
aaaah....
Monday, July 7, 2008
Back in the UK I am - having watched the weather, came not too unprepared (15 degrees and raining). Am very proud of myself with having made do with only hand luggage for a two day trip (including my laptop, other electronic paraphenalia, all toiletries and an extra pair of shoes!). Settled on nice soft suede boots and light flat pumps for the travel bag in case the heels become a bit much to wear for 3 straight days. Two days in the UK means almost 4 days' worth of stuff as the flight to and from (11 hours, give or take) requires some planning to keep comfy on too, remember.
Anyway, thought I haven't done well and wanted to share it.
Though no amount of planning ensures that things go smoothly. Take last night, for instance. I had printed out my flight reference as well as the address of where I was catching a taxi to from the airport. Just to be safe, I also copied the information across to my cellphone in case I need to reference it quickly or loose the paperwork. The info had reached me originally via email so it was in my inbox on my laptop as well, but who has time to get the laptop booted up when hailing a taxi from Heathrow?
In an ever further bid to ensure preparedness, I had left the printed docs in my boyfriend's car as he was driving me to the airport and I didn't want to risk forgetting them in my car. He, in his wonderfully considerate way, had taken his car to the car wash earlier in the day of my departure to ensure a pleasant ride. The car wash people, in their efforts to be highly effective, threw out these documents to ensure a clean car! Documents, no more, which of course we only realised as we were heading to the airport.
No need to panic though, I still had it all on my cellphone which would most certainly be on as soon as the plane touched down and which had been fully charged that afternoon. That would have been the case, had it not been for me dunking my phone (accidentally) in the cup of coffee I had with said boyfriend as a last bit of time together. After much drying of phone, all was well except for a speaker that sounded as if the technology hadn't moved on since the 50's. Turning said phone off and hoping a night in a aeroplane would cheer it up (yeah, right), it refused to budge once in London, having decided that its battery is now flat and its buttons are retarded.
Sooo, having done all I possibly could to avoid delay, there I was, hauling out my laptop in Heathrow terminal 1 arrivals area, looking forlornly at the Costa coffee I didn't have time to buy to get the address out of my email, grab a taxi and make it in time.
Murphy aint seen nothing when it comes to airports, that's all I can say.
Anyway, thought I haven't done well and wanted to share it.
Though no amount of planning ensures that things go smoothly. Take last night, for instance. I had printed out my flight reference as well as the address of where I was catching a taxi to from the airport. Just to be safe, I also copied the information across to my cellphone in case I need to reference it quickly or loose the paperwork. The info had reached me originally via email so it was in my inbox on my laptop as well, but who has time to get the laptop booted up when hailing a taxi from Heathrow?
In an ever further bid to ensure preparedness, I had left the printed docs in my boyfriend's car as he was driving me to the airport and I didn't want to risk forgetting them in my car. He, in his wonderfully considerate way, had taken his car to the car wash earlier in the day of my departure to ensure a pleasant ride. The car wash people, in their efforts to be highly effective, threw out these documents to ensure a clean car! Documents, no more, which of course we only realised as we were heading to the airport.
No need to panic though, I still had it all on my cellphone which would most certainly be on as soon as the plane touched down and which had been fully charged that afternoon. That would have been the case, had it not been for me dunking my phone (accidentally) in the cup of coffee I had with said boyfriend as a last bit of time together. After much drying of phone, all was well except for a speaker that sounded as if the technology hadn't moved on since the 50's. Turning said phone off and hoping a night in a aeroplane would cheer it up (yeah, right), it refused to budge once in London, having decided that its battery is now flat and its buttons are retarded.
Sooo, having done all I possibly could to avoid delay, there I was, hauling out my laptop in Heathrow terminal 1 arrivals area, looking forlornly at the Costa coffee I didn't have time to buy to get the address out of my email, grab a taxi and make it in time.
Murphy aint seen nothing when it comes to airports, that's all I can say.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Shoe myopia - the ultimate travel sin
I'm off to the UK again in a few days' time. I've noticed that even though I don't have a packing list written down yet (I always write them down, too many trips with no underwear packed and you learn...), I have been sub-consciously musing over what I may need to pack.
This is my dilemma - it is winter in South Africa at the moment (which means that in the early mornings it is rather cold (around 4 degrees Celcius) and for most of the day the sun shines (around 20 degrees Celcius). All you really need is something warm to get you from the front door to the car. After that you've got aircon if you're cold, or you can avoid the sun and be quite comfortable for the rest of the day. I am going to the UK, where it is summer, allegedly, which basically means it is around 6 degrees in the morning, there is never much sun, but if there is, its around 15 degrees and then again about 8 degrees at night. OK, I am exaggerating, but in a country where 'bright spells' are actual weather occurances (as opposed to here in SA where we have 'rainy spells' or 'cold spells') and their idea of a nice summer's day is my idea of a duvet day, you can see how I have wardrobe trouble. In addition to that, the English insist on turning up the central heating to its highest level so they can wear those lovely summer fashions we all see in the magazines - since that is the only way they will ever be able to wear them when not somewhere else having an actual summer holiday.
But I digress...my fear is this - shoe myopia (or short-sightedness (its a real medical term , look it up)). Too many times have I packed boots, when a slinky pair of summer heels would have been possible. UK winter weather is easy - no open toed shoes (I don't care what Vogue says) and boots. You can't go wrong there. Summer is a different matter, since you end up with all four seasons in one day and (unfortunately) you do not get four wardrobe changes - would that you could! Summer sandals do not always work with a business outfit - and are damn difficult to manouver the London underground with. Boots are useful, but the sweat lodge interiors will ensure your constant discomfort. A lovely pair of business-like pumps would seem the golden mid-way, but they can look really awful when the rest of the ensemble tries to be summery. Wedges? OK, they can work, now just need to get a pair in every required colour.
Stockings or no stockings, that's another issue - for outside, definitely stockings, but unless you are planning to join the sweat lodge chanting, inside is a no no. How do these people do it?! (O, yes, they don't have to life out of a suitcase). Business and after work dinner/drinks wear also needs to be considered, as does the scrutiny of my UK colleagues so as not to give the impression of being from a 3rd world country, which of course, I am.
I still don't know what I'm going to pack (and yes, even though I travel about once a month, I always have this internal struggle) but I will keep you updated. Any thoughts are welcome and yes, I have considered just buying the necessary when I get there. Where do you think I get most of my current precccciouss er...shoes from?
This is my dilemma - it is winter in South Africa at the moment (which means that in the early mornings it is rather cold (around 4 degrees Celcius) and for most of the day the sun shines (around 20 degrees Celcius). All you really need is something warm to get you from the front door to the car. After that you've got aircon if you're cold, or you can avoid the sun and be quite comfortable for the rest of the day. I am going to the UK, where it is summer, allegedly, which basically means it is around 6 degrees in the morning, there is never much sun, but if there is, its around 15 degrees and then again about 8 degrees at night. OK, I am exaggerating, but in a country where 'bright spells' are actual weather occurances (as opposed to here in SA where we have 'rainy spells' or 'cold spells') and their idea of a nice summer's day is my idea of a duvet day, you can see how I have wardrobe trouble. In addition to that, the English insist on turning up the central heating to its highest level so they can wear those lovely summer fashions we all see in the magazines - since that is the only way they will ever be able to wear them when not somewhere else having an actual summer holiday.
But I digress...my fear is this - shoe myopia (or short-sightedness (its a real medical term , look it up)). Too many times have I packed boots, when a slinky pair of summer heels would have been possible. UK winter weather is easy - no open toed shoes (I don't care what Vogue says) and boots. You can't go wrong there. Summer is a different matter, since you end up with all four seasons in one day and (unfortunately) you do not get four wardrobe changes - would that you could! Summer sandals do not always work with a business outfit - and are damn difficult to manouver the London underground with. Boots are useful, but the sweat lodge interiors will ensure your constant discomfort. A lovely pair of business-like pumps would seem the golden mid-way, but they can look really awful when the rest of the ensemble tries to be summery. Wedges? OK, they can work, now just need to get a pair in every required colour.
Stockings or no stockings, that's another issue - for outside, definitely stockings, but unless you are planning to join the sweat lodge chanting, inside is a no no. How do these people do it?! (O, yes, they don't have to life out of a suitcase). Business and after work dinner/drinks wear also needs to be considered, as does the scrutiny of my UK colleagues so as not to give the impression of being from a 3rd world country, which of course, I am.
I still don't know what I'm going to pack (and yes, even though I travel about once a month, I always have this internal struggle) but I will keep you updated. Any thoughts are welcome and yes, I have considered just buying the necessary when I get there. Where do you think I get most of my current precccciouss er...shoes from?
Friday, June 20, 2008
Mexico
Watched Sex and the City yesterday - bet you thought I'd have made reference to it earlier, given the shoe thing, hey? Not bad, true to form, mostly. Not in the mood to review the whole thing. Anyway, the Mexico scenes brought back some memories from a recent trip (Charlotte accidentaly drinks the water there and tummy consequences follow...).
It really is true, DON'T drink the water. NO ONE is Mexico seems to be brave enough to drink the water - including many of the locals I spoke to. Also don't eat anything fresh - at least not anywhere that isn't 5 star. Which isn't really a problem as I came to learn - vegetables are not often on the menu and if they are, think fried onions and whole fried jalepenos (OUCH! Seriously.) Seems weird for such a not-so-backward country, but who am I to talk. South Africa can learn a few lessons from the Mexicalis I tell you. For one, they know how to do tourism - well, they know who their market is (Americans) and they know how to cater to them (include everything and make sure about the Burger King and Starbucks on every corner). I am not kidding. Cancun, for all its beautiful beaches (and they are, pity that every square foot is covered by someone's resort) looks like a little America - its a very confused place, as my boyfriend very astutely observed, they really don't know if they are Mexican, Carribean or resort America. Its quite sad really, given that tourism (to my mind) should include getting in touch with the local culture - then again, I guess I did just that. At the Starbucks, caffe americano (con leche) in hand.
Speaking of which, thank heavens for the Starbucks. If your body is on a timezone 8 hours ahead and refuses point blank to accept the reality of daylight when it wants to go to bed, a grande caffe americano (con leche - if you can make yourself understood) is a godsend. Four or five of those a day and I was hooked. When is Starbucks opening in South Africa?! We have everything else...come on guys!
Anyway, if you manage to get past the Americanisation of the place, it really is quite a trip. Think Mexico City, sprawling with no end in sight (even from the air as the plane descends), vibey (very loud) and filled with lots and lots of colour. A true explorer's paradise (but stay in the safe zones - don't be a naive tourist) with bustling markets (haggle at the silver trader's market in Zona Rosa - its too much fun!), mariachi's for hire (seriously, you can hire one to serenade your loved on at their window) and amazing food (nachos grade at the Spur...pwah!).
Chichen Itza (like chicken pizza, kind of), recently named one of the new seven wonders of the world, takes a while to sink in. It is unfortunate that the Aztec culture has become almost caricatured, with the familiar zig zag lines of the mayan pyramids imprinted on every mind, thanks to Tex Mex as a cultural bridge. As a result, Chichen Itza does not at first inspire and awe - you've seen the pictures a thousand times. But walk amount the countless ruins there, keep reminding yourself that they are hundrends if not thousands of years old and that as a tourist, you only get to see 20% of it all (the rest is unaccesible, still being researched and guarded by the government - according to our tour guide anyway) and after a while the immensity of it all sets it. We think we're so smart, us modern humans. R..i..g..h..t.
It really is true, DON'T drink the water. NO ONE is Mexico seems to be brave enough to drink the water - including many of the locals I spoke to. Also don't eat anything fresh - at least not anywhere that isn't 5 star. Which isn't really a problem as I came to learn - vegetables are not often on the menu and if they are, think fried onions and whole fried jalepenos (OUCH! Seriously.) Seems weird for such a not-so-backward country, but who am I to talk. South Africa can learn a few lessons from the Mexicalis I tell you. For one, they know how to do tourism - well, they know who their market is (Americans) and they know how to cater to them (include everything and make sure about the Burger King and Starbucks on every corner). I am not kidding. Cancun, for all its beautiful beaches (and they are, pity that every square foot is covered by someone's resort) looks like a little America - its a very confused place, as my boyfriend very astutely observed, they really don't know if they are Mexican, Carribean or resort America. Its quite sad really, given that tourism (to my mind) should include getting in touch with the local culture - then again, I guess I did just that. At the Starbucks, caffe americano (con leche) in hand.
Speaking of which, thank heavens for the Starbucks. If your body is on a timezone 8 hours ahead and refuses point blank to accept the reality of daylight when it wants to go to bed, a grande caffe americano (con leche - if you can make yourself understood) is a godsend. Four or five of those a day and I was hooked. When is Starbucks opening in South Africa?! We have everything else...come on guys!
Anyway, if you manage to get past the Americanisation of the place, it really is quite a trip. Think Mexico City, sprawling with no end in sight (even from the air as the plane descends), vibey (very loud) and filled with lots and lots of colour. A true explorer's paradise (but stay in the safe zones - don't be a naive tourist) with bustling markets (haggle at the silver trader's market in Zona Rosa - its too much fun!), mariachi's for hire (seriously, you can hire one to serenade your loved on at their window) and amazing food (nachos grade at the Spur...pwah!).
Chichen Itza (like chicken pizza, kind of), recently named one of the new seven wonders of the world, takes a while to sink in. It is unfortunate that the Aztec culture has become almost caricatured, with the familiar zig zag lines of the mayan pyramids imprinted on every mind, thanks to Tex Mex as a cultural bridge. As a result, Chichen Itza does not at first inspire and awe - you've seen the pictures a thousand times. But walk amount the countless ruins there, keep reminding yourself that they are hundrends if not thousands of years old and that as a tourist, you only get to see 20% of it all (the rest is unaccesible, still being researched and guarded by the government - according to our tour guide anyway) and after a while the immensity of it all sets it. We think we're so smart, us modern humans. R..i..g..h..t.
But the best thing you can do, if you ever find yourself in Mexico, is to get in touch with nature. Explore a cenote (underground river/lake - you've seen the pictures), travel along a river or snorkel at one of the few places where these amazingly unique underground rivers emerge from the porous volcanic rock that surrounds these regions and you'll understand some of the magic that ruled the ancient civilisations.
I didn't even buy one pair of shoes.
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