City Express Lazaro Cardenas

... our door shut against the force 7 gale. Luckily the next day the sun shone and we went to see some (more!) ruins at Coba, and then to snorkel in a beautiful cenote. When we got back to the beach we got free massages and then went for a swim. I got knocked over by a huge wave and my bikini bottoms almost came off in front of everyone on the beach.

In the evening everyone went to bed early. The bar men shut the bar and invited me and my room mate to the beach to drink tequilas as ...

... from New York but he was also kind enough to let me borrow a similar one in the mean time, jolly nice fellow. This means of course that I have to return in February but it`s kind of on the way so not really a problem. I was still feeling rough at about 1300 but felt I had an obligation to se at least something cultural, so I got across to the other end of the city and paid a visit to the Aztec Stadium, scene of the infamous hand of god in 86. Got a guided tour for a measly ...

... had left town about the same time as the Aztecs. As I started (slowly) climbing I could hear the woman behind me hyperventilating. I hoped she had brought her own defibrillator. When we got to the top of the steps, there was a short scramble over some stones to the top of the pyramid. Hyperventilator commented that they should have built a ramp. Yeah, slacker Aztecs, what were you thinking?! It was then that I noticed she was wearing massive bell bottoms which looked like they ...

... was a delight to stroll because on a Sunday afternoon it was full of people out to enjoy the beautiful warm afternoon. The main activity here is "people watching". Upon crossing the main avenida of Mexcio City, La Reforma, our last destination was Plaza de la Republica where the famous Monumento de la Revolucion is located. It is a monument to the Mexican Revolution as well as a mausoleum containing the remains of such heroes as ...

... in the moment and lost hours dancing the night away. When it was finally time to call stumps, everyone was absolutely drenched in sweat. The best thing about the night was the lack of attitude and pretentiousness in the crowd, everyone was simply out to have a good time. MacGyver and his female companion of the night embraced their long lost Mexican brothers and sisters on the way out. The whole night was completely random ...

... metal, then a soccer game. The music moved my steps along and the arrows brought me to the Oro Autobuses (that means "gold" so I guess I was looking for a colored bus company). I bought a ticket and within five minutes the bus was off. I was confident I would arrive in time for the run. We arrived at the village of the Running at 3:30 p.m. The village was described as a quiet farmer's community. The village before me was scattered with scores of ...

... to the park, a little here, a little there, etc. Another RV has wireless internet that they let us use, and they're planning on putting in a high-speed network for the park. Although the daytime temperatures were mostly in the low 80s, the breezes were lovely. It also cooled down at night enough to maybe need a sweater, or a blanket on the bed, especially close to dawn. The park sat on a cliff with ...

... so much to tell..... their living conditions are bad as you can imagine, you find many asleep in the subway stations and many sleep in the day as if it too cold for them to sleep at night. Plus many of them work at night. This makes them more difficult to find as often they are sleeping so you have to search the bushes and in parks. There seems to be a great sense of community spirt though. The stall holders and the people that work in the metro ...

... of the moves were amazing to watch, but despite a pretty vivid imagination, I've never been able to suspend disbelief enough to regard wrestling as any kind of sport, so it kind of makes it difficult to cheer. It was a great spectacle though, and the crowd go absolutely nuts. They all have their favourite "stables" of fighters (I use the term loosely), and the one that got the big cheers was "Los Perros Del Mal" (The Dogs of Evil), or "the baddies" as I preferred to ...

de San Quintin, about one hundred and fifty miles south of Ensenada, wasn't a planned stop but it was starting to get dark and I was tired of driving so Zoobley and I checked into the overpriced Motel San Carlos at Muelle Viejo. Our room had a good view of the small bahia but the owner only turns on the electricity from 5:00 PM until ...