Holiday Inn Campeche

I arrived in Campeche around 3pm. Only 1h late. It's a nice, smaller than I thought colonial city. You can go on the wall designed to protect the city from pirat attacks, and the central place with this typical spaniard church is lovely.<br>My hostel was in front of the place and had a ...

... be the place to shop if you lived anywhere near the center. Having said that I can&#8217;t help but wonder how the existence of this store just outside the walls of the historical center would not have the effect of causing many a small merchant to close their doors. Furthermore if this store didn&#8217;t do it, the many big box stores on the outside of the city certainly would have accomplished that task.<br><br>From Sam&#8217;s Club to many others like ...

... the-middle-of-the-night without watching television, which is what the two bus drivers did.<br><br>I don&#8217;t know whether you have ever noticed but when you walk through an airport the pilots can not only be recognized by their uniforms but also, for the most part, by their looks as a lot of them have distinguished or dashing looks. The same can be said for most Mexican long-distance bus drivers as they also have a look about themselves. On the other hand, municipal ...

... on one of the others, got into bed naked (it is SO hot) and fell asleep. Was woken by someone whispering 'hola' and getting into the bunk below mine. thought it must be a girl arriving late (I hadn't locked the door of the dorm because of this possibility) but then felt uneasy, woke up a bit more and realised a) it was 2 a.m. and no lone female traveller would arrive anywhere at that time, b) the person appeared to have no luggage and c) they smelled like the ...

... had met so many great people offering to put us up if we were coming their way. They made us feel so welcome and we all scored a tracks cap out of it too. The evening finished with a sampling of some of the finest tequila and single malt whiskey available to man, thanks Bruce! We left the next day in different directions with us heading to one of the big 4 archeological sites, Uxmal. More about that later. Hasta Luega Amigos, The McGregors-6

... le titre Charles Ingalls. Car dans la région il y a des Mennonites. Non, c'est pas une sorte de méduse ou un concurrent à Samsonite. Ce sont des mormons-like, des allemands qui sont ici depuis 1920 et vivent en autarcie. Les femmes ne parlent pas aux étrangers. Elles ont des grandes sombres avec des fichus et les hommes portent des salopettes, des chemises à carreaux et des chapeaux. On se croirait dans la Petite maison dans la prairie Ricardo el mas o menos vampiro

... years, land was reclaimed and now there are a couple of blocks of development and some big roads before the ocean. There's a walkway (malecón) along the water, which is pretty, but the beaches and water are polluted here. No swimming. To the north of the center along these roads are Campeche's little slice of America...supermarket and Burger King and McDonald's and an Office Depot and the cineplex. That's just what we could see walking up a bit. We ...

... to ward off any future attacks from the water or from the surrounding land. All of the buildings were topped with massive cannons, which are still in place today. The Spanish rulers built beautiful homes, rather mansions, inside the fortress walls and around the town square. These building have all been restored in recent years and Campeche is a stunning walk back in time. We had a large breakfast and decided our first stop would be to the largest fort. The Fuerte de ...

... to get a little wet, brave the rain and pull out the awning. At least this way we could still sit outside while it rained. Generally we have issues setting up the awning, but today it seemed to go smoothly. Lucky us. When the rain let up we decided one more time to walk to the museum to try and check it out. On the way, we got sidetracked when we saw another interesting German plated camper vehicle at the next campground. We walked over to ...

... managed to enjoy the sites and snap some of the pics for this entry. But one night is enough, so later today it´s on another bus bound for the Quintana Roo state, and my final destination in Mexico, Chetumal. Chetumal is not particularly important except that it will serve as the gateway to the next leg of my journey, where it´ll be all about white sands and blue waters, scuba diving and reggae music...