Hotel America Centro 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 ...

... zee toch niet op tegen Mexicaanse Maya Rivièra die we in geval van optie 2 zouden missen. Het is dus optie 1 geworden. We gingen dus vervroegd richting Caraïbische zee met tussenstoppen in 2 charmante koloniale steden Campeche en Merida. Na een autorit van een 500 km barriveren we in Campeche. Campeche is een stad aan de Golf van Mexico dat vroeger regelmatig belaagd werd door Piraten. Ter verdediging werd de stad volledig omringd door een stadsmuur waarvan ...

... Mexico the &#8220;malecon&#8221; is a great place to walk, jog, people watch, get close to the sea and watch the sunset. It was with awe that we watched the wonderful spectacle of the sun slowly sinking into the waters of the Gulf in a golden blaze of glory. In the process the sky was turned into a giant canvas glorified by the majestic brush strokes of a master painter. Only in this case, the master painter is nature itself pulling out all the stops to ...

... the previous night had just left. Others we spoke to were turned away as the place was chockers. This place was amazing a huge private club for the well to do Mexicans, half a dozen tennis courts, beautiful pool, huge clubhouse with games room, bar, Ballroom and restaurant facilities. Steps down to the beach and huge palapas, boat ramp and dock area, with the RV Park built right next to it all. After the caravan left the next day we had it all ...

... Maya, je suis parti en bus faire une journée à la japonaise : tu sors du bus, tu as 30 minutes pour faire le tour du site et prendre des photos et hop tu passes au suivant. Comme ils sont pas forcement très accessibles, t'as pas trop le choix ou sinon de louer une bagnole. Donc Japonaise time. Il y a un très beau site Uxmal et la Ruta Puuc (Alors, Caroline, tu les trouves ces sites sur ton bouquin...). Faut faire gaffe où tu marches, il y a des ...

... our bags are being removed. It becomes evident we are subject to an army search - i guess for drugs? No sé!A man with a giant rifle is standing at the front of the bus and another with a gun asks to see in my day bag - i quickly oblige! He sees the 5 books on the top and looks no further. Every bag in the bus is lined up in groups and roughly (but not thoroughly) searched. Mine is near the end and i am called ...

Got to Campeche, a walled town since the 18th century - to keep them thar pirates oot. First impressions - very sophisticated town. It has been declared as a cultural heritage site by UNESCO. Found good hostel, overlooking main square, our room even had a balcony. Fancied a beer, asked hostel guy (aka Hurdy Gurdy) where there was a bevy shop, he said they were all closed... found bevy shop within 20min due to friendly ...

... on the house. Well that was deal too good to be passed up. We both ordered the margaritas and flipped through the menu. We decided to snack on a plate of French Fries and try the 'Surtido' sandwich. Generally, surtido refers to a mix of meats, but in this case we were served a standard club sandwich for under $3 CDN. The plate actually came with two sandwiches. We are not sure why, but we shared them and smiled. After eating and consuming our one-slurp margaritas ...

... to repeat the Uxmal scenario again. At the ruins we pretty much had the place to ourselves, it was a small site compared to some of the others we have seen but just as cool. We climbed to the top of the tallest temple to get some great views of the site and the surroundings. Even with this being day 3 of our blitz we were not bored of ruins. They are so cool to explore and look at and try to imagine what they were like when they had inhabitants. We got out to the road ...

... the best exhibit in the Mayan artifact museum housed in the fort, was the cold drinks machine. Clever fellas them Mayans. Down hill was a thrilling experience as it was difficult to decide whether the brakes or steering on our trusty steeds was the most knackered. Now, back in the relative cool of the hostel and comforted by a cold beer we can laugh all about it as we wait for the sun to dip so we can venture outside once again.