Atel Rotabas Ste. Anne

... no such thing as perfect), ups, downs and sweeping bends.
The countryside is back to mainly trees and bushes with the odd small plot of cultivation, plenty of towns and speed bumps and several off road diversions for road works - and it really is off road, no room for low cars and spoilers here!
As on other mornings in the roadside cafes and I suppose houses, I watched mainly but not entirely the senoras making their ...

... j6e kaldale, mille vanniveesoojas vees tunde pikutasime ja soola v2lja ligundasime, koduloomade pidevat seletamist ja t2histaevast nautlesime...peris hea kui massides soola 6lgadel ei ole ja liiva kulje all napib.. Taaskord San Cristobali joudmine t6i vihma, kulma ning minu ninale gripi.. kui homseks pole rahunenud viiakse k2ttpidi tohtri juurde, et minust siga v2lja ajada aga olen kindel, et paanikaks pole p6hjust...kolme p2evaga oleks sigaline mind juba kiiremini maha niitnud..

... Plattform **richtet. Während sein** Blütezeit 500-600 n.Chr. lebten dort angeblich an die 25000 Menschen. Auf den gewaltige Pyramiden und Palästen **öffnet sich dem Besuch** eine atemb**aubende Aussicht auf die umliegenden Täl**. Die beeindruckende Anlage umfasst mehr als 16 Gräb**, Altäre und Pyramiden - und natürlich auch einen "Fussballplatz", den Juego de Pelota. Das von den Olmeken entwickelte ...

... unexplored. Moving on towards Pelenque, another 8 hours on the bus, so arrived tired and a bit ratty, but came through it with a few beers with our new friends from around the World, always the best part of the journey. Pelenque was in the jungle, hot and humid. Everything felt damp, including our washing which just got wetter, as did out clean clothes. Again the ruins were vast and different enough to make them just as interesting with comb ...

... it at road speeds it can take out your undercarriage or send you careening into the ditch. So we become accustomed to looking out for these whenever you see some structures coming up or with in the town limits.There seems to me to be a Tope Joker that will just get bored and throws one in on corners, in the middle of a long straightaway, and also likes to take out the signs that might have been originally ...

On to Puerto Arista, a relative metropolis, plenty of shops, some of them even open! Out of high season seaside towns tend to only fully open at weekends when the city dwelling Mexican hordes descend. Found a nice little place near a smelly lagoon and not far from the beach, but sadly, as often happens in Mexico, the workers started banging around at 6am - because it´s really hot later, they start work early but with no concern for their sleeping clients.

Just a stop over in this small town, where a Saturday night is spent drinking until falling asleep in the streets. It was quite funny arriving there so late, everyone just coming to us so drunk and talking to us and then after one hour seeing them sleeping outside. This time has not much apart from good hot dogs, we went to eat them at a stand where they were showing a Mexican boxing game, and i had to stasy the whole 11 rounds and cheer up with the locals...

... separated and all taking different routes arrived at the orphanage within 10 minutes of each other. The short stay there was very satisfying the kids were all very happy to see us and our kids especially as most visitors are retired couples. We all kicked the footy around for a while, a couple showed a bit of potential too. We invented a new ball game, a cross between cricket and baseball that the boys played for a while. Bev lightened our ...

... and there was his wife and she said she was Darinel´s wife, and his brother looked like him too. Then we had to find Galacion´s sister, but he had no idea where she was and she wasn´t answering the phone. So we called back to the States to Javier for him to call Marilu and then we did finally find them. We slept there that night.

... to check a place called San Agustinillo out. So the civilised bus dropped us off and the chicken truck (there's a photo) picked us up for the last leg. San A is a strange and quiet place to say the least. We read in the Lonely P about one hostal. From the outside it seemed fine. Inside was a different story. The owner proceeded to tell us about her weird bathroom habits and that we'd be sharing a ...