Far from giving me time to recharge, my time in Denver was so frantic that it left me exhausted. Good thing I have a “Good Bye Mexico City” party tonight and have to leave for the airport to fly to Bogota around 2am this morning. I packed in the morning and then stepped out to Streats to satisfy my craving for chilaqules. For our departing celebration we took a bus down to the canals where I early traveled with some folks to search for the creepy island of dead dolls. In navigating the traffic and small streets around there the bus that we were on tried to make a turn that was too narrow. Instead of giving up we got creative and literally picked up the parked car that was blocking us and moved it out of the way. We got a bunch of boats and lashed them together and partied in typical fashion out on the canals for the evening. I even managed to get two or three hours of sleep before we had to leave for our flight.