Hotel Miramar La Paz

... get smased on red wine and whisky and talk very loudly to me. The Indian one decided to tell me the history of the Taj Mahal. While I´m sure that is a fascinating subject, it´s not esepcially useful during a flight to Mexico. Luckily they both soon slipped into wine induced comas and left me to watch the **** selection of films. Unfortunately the one next to me later woke up, and discovered the music channel on the in flight entertainment system. He then proceeded to ´dance´in his chair ...

... orrore.<br>Per il resto del giorno ci limitiamo a camminare lungo i viali del centro, al momento di salire in camera ci accorgiamo della fatica di essere a 2200 mt, l'ostello è subdolo tu credi di dover salire al terzo piano, ma loro hanno due piani non conteggiati (dove c'è la cucina e l'altro con la sala tv) così in realtà devi arrivare al quinto. Dobbiamo organizzarci bene, perchè una volta scesi, se ti accorgi di aver dimenticato qualcosa, sono tutti cavoli tuoi risalire!!

... the signs marked 'BD' and amazingly, we found it. Spoke to Manuel in our best spanish and he called the founder. She gave us two names of vets that work with them at reduced rates. So that will be next on the agenda. <br><br>This looks like a great organization and so we're going to go back on Friday and see how we might plug in. <br><br><br>

Read a bit of Chesapeake (James Michner) to wake up and after coffee fixed an omelet, and then Tanka and I headed out for a neighborhood walk. As we turned the corner, we soon met up with the neighborhood ladies walking home from mass. We shared greetings and then their dogs came up the road to welcome them home. Tanka reluctantly made introductions along the way and ...

... out good amigo Lucas tending bar and also serving as our waiter. He was absolutely awesome. I loved trying to learn a little Spanish from him, and he was always so helpful and friendly. He really took care of us and seemed very fond of the group. They didn't know much English and we didn't know much Spanish, but that never dulled their enthusiasm or friendliness. I thought the staff really made the place. The food itself was more than ...

... to form. After an hour surface interval, the conditions were only going to get worse. It was a unanimous vote to move on to the next dive site. Our next site was a short distance away and was called the Old Sea Lion Colony. The land mass apparently used to be the home of the sea lion colonies of Los Islotes, before they struck it rich and moved further north to the suburbs. No word on if they will be back now that the economy has gone sour ...

... home at about 4 or so. Stupidly I left me jacket. I was really gutted when I realised because I loved that jacket. It was my pillow when none was provided and kept me warm on the freezing busses. But there was nothing I could do about it. The next day I met up with some friends of friends that also lived in the city and we went to visit the floating gardens in the far south. You hire a boat for about four hours and the driver takes you on a tour around the islands. You ...

Again a retro-active not all that interesting blog... but now that I'm back in action on logging into this thing the words will flow... well... that is after I get back from Oaxaca... So here I am on xmas day... I just got back from the pyramids. Christmas elsewhere is a funny thing... In Mexico they have their xmas dinner at midnight on xmas eve... then stay up eating and doing presents etc,... xmas day itself is kind of a non-event, people sleep.... we however went ...

... had found fun. Bumping into each other on the street proved to be the turning point however and was the beginning of one of the best nights out I at least have ever had. We all just get along really well - so well in fact, that after staying in contact via email, 2 years later we were on our way to Mexico to stay with Silvia and her family. It was awesome walking out of the airport to have Silvia waiting there for us, with her driver Tonio. Having not seen her for nearly 2 ...

... his own money in the payphone. This kind of generosity surprised us at first but we now recognise it to be part of the Mexican character, which is warm and friendly but usually quite conservative. We took a minibus to the outlying town of El Sauzal, situated on the rise of a hill beside the Pacific (with the trans peninsula highway running in between) and soon found the hostel. Maria, the owner, is a small charming Mexican lady who shocked friends and family by moving from her safe job ...