Hotel Maison del Embajador
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Travel Blogs from Merida
... ice cream and ate it in the pretty park. At this point James' concatenated and unrelenting complaining about the heat finally won over and we decided that the airconditioned bus to merida was a good plan.
The bus ride was painless as we ended up on a first class bus (definitely the way forward). We got to merida in the evening, picked another random hotel purely because it was pink and jumped in a taxi.sorting the room out ...
... and comfy with the locals. The first bus was a van, a very old van, a very very old van. The seats were a fiberglass formed double seat attached to the floor. Somewhat like what you'd see in an early 60's laundromat or waiting room, so not at all comfy. With rough roads and speed bumps at every other crossing, it made for a tough ride. That bus took us to the city centre of Progreso, where we then walked a block ...
... my way back to the hotel.
Word/ term of the day - lavanderia = laundry.
I got up at 7, breakfasted at 8, and I was delighted to get a piece of toast on top of what I had yesterday, though no juice. This morning was about dotting some i´s and crossing some t´s. I have been trying to do as much as possible before my tour to Uxmal leaves at 1pm this afternoon (there will be a seperate blog entitled ´Uxmal´). First, I went to the governor´s ...
... in their final hours.
Chichén Itzá's ball court is the largest known in the Americas, measuring 554 feet (168 meters) long and 231 feet (70 meters) wide. During ritual games here, players tried to hit a 12-pound (5.4-kilogram) rubber ball through stone scoring hoops set high on the court walls. Competition must have been fierce indeed—losers were put to death. OUCH!
Chichén Itzá was more than a religious and ceremonial site. It was also ...
... beer selection and a dessert. We shared a cab ride home, the short walk to my house as usual: I walk past the auto service place, look at the taqueria open in the wee hours of the morning, turn the corner, look down in a particular crack by the house with lots of cacti to see ants carrying paper and leaves tirelessly (every night. seriously.), look up to see the bright purple burgambullios (spelling) climbing on the gate leading to my front door. Unlock, upstairs, knock ...