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Travel Blogs from Merida
... we were awoken by more music ... or rather drumming, just after 7. Eventually too intrigued not to get up, unlike some who refused to budge, I went to have a look and saw the last runners over the finish line in a University of Yucatan half-marathon, with all the noise coming from just a 5-piece drum band!
Later in Parque Santa Lucia, a band plays every Sunday ...
... to find the house empty so chilled for a while. Samuel returned and we went for a bite to eat at a local restaurant - he did most of the talking! At one point he did say he found it a little frustrating because Spanish is quite an idiomatic language and he was having to think quite hard about what to say so that I had a chance of understanding him. I'm grateful for his patience and willingness to prop up the conversation!
Afterwards we ...
... and traveled with him all the way to Mexico City. So, we made it to Mexico City's airport and after a brief fright about a missing person, sentences of chunky Spanish attempting to get my guitar on the right airplane, and moments of altitude-and-non-potable-water-for-Amer icans-induced dehydration, we boarded AeroMexico to Cancun. Flying with a Mexican airline was different; the employees were so playful and loving with one another, the guy whose been flirting with this ...
the truly vital role of sorting out music on the doctor’s phone which was then
placed on the table behind him, from which such wonders as Oasis and Blur were
followed by Britney and Lady Gaga, McFly and some local music; a fairly
eclectic mix. The first surgery was to put a plate onto the snapped radius of
an elderly woman, and aside from the slightly eighties horror movie-esque blood
squirt from the first incision was all very civilised. The ...