Hotel Sicomoro Chihuahua

... 5k out of town, there is no public transport to the site nor any leaving the town for Zac after 8pm - I'm guessing that, as it starts at 4pm (Mexican time) I will have had enough by 7.30pm & be ready to head home! Sat I went back to Jerez to see the Charreria - getting their was a feat as there are no local buses on a Saturday(welcome to Mexico!)!! Walked the 2k into town from the bus station and started walking out to the ...

... cable car. It also has some major art museums and we particularly enjoyed the Museo Francisco Goitia. The city's musical band was playing in the square one evening and on other evenings we followed the ´callejoneadas´- small bands of musicians who walk around the city whilst playing their instruments with everyone following along. Great fun.

... to a height of 20ft. The first site is the Hall of Columns, probably a ceremonial hall; the columns originally supported a wooden roof. A bit further up we come to the ball court and the Votive Pyramid, a form of temple. A very steep staircase leads up form here to the next level with its remains of houses called the Barracks. It is now known that this is actually where the rich people lived as the elegant ...

... the house and ate more food. We ended up going to another cousins house, Hilberto to drink some beers. We talked about a lot of things. Hilberto is pretty funny especially with his language, he basically uses words like Chinge and Pinche with everything. It old him that he must have brok the record for the number of spanish swear words in a minute. We the after finishing a 20 pack between us, we decided it would be better to crash at his house. it was 3 am.

... but took too long to finish so she took off with the architect...¡Ay Chihuahua¡  Way to go girlfriend! It is hot and humid! Kim is too terrifed to drink anything here, because Keith and Morocco comes to mind...but Keith does not care.  He is always the "Crazy English man" living on the edge! Off to Posada Barrancas next on the Chihuahua Express....choo...chooo...... at 6:00AM.  This ain´t a vacation!  It´s an adventure....!!!

... led across the arena to an accompaniment of sympathetic applause. The rodeo continued. A couple of more rides passed off without serious incident and then it was audience participation time. A clown popped up before us and beckoned me to join him in the ring. I clambered over the low wall, feeling slightly bemused, and dropped onto the sand below. 'You're on my team' said Bobo, before turning his attentions to my Canadian compañero. Across the ring, the other clown was ...

... From the crest of the umpteenth rise the town of Sombrerete appeared, deep in a fold between two lines of barren hills. Coasting down the incline towards the variegated townscape spread across the slopes below, I anticipated a settlement as desolate as the landscape which enclosed it. My preconceptions were quickly swept away as I rolled into town through streets still paved with the original stone. Sombrerete turned out to be a gem of a place, a superb example of ...

Suprisingly no rat like dogs around this town. Spent a full day out in town as we had to check out of the hotel and we were getting the night bus to Durango. I tried like a good´n to find a Mexico top to wear during the games but to no avail. We spent most of the time just trying to walk off a burger king we had for ...

... which made no sense to us, as all we wanted to do was order a couple of beers and our main course. After much 'to-ing and fro-ing' he eventually emerged with a friend who spoke better English and asked for our order, which we gave him in Spanish, laced with an incredulous tone. When we were finally served, it transpired that we were given a 'Mexican Combo' for one, between us, despite asking specifically for it to ...

... tourist on a tight-budget!!! Took an overnight bus from Tijuana to Guaymas on the West coast, stayed a night, however it is only a small fishing town so we, (that is Ian, my new travelling companion who i met in San Diego - seemed a good idea to travel with someone else in an alien land when i 'hablo un poco espanol'!) took the next bus to the small, peacefully idyllic town of Alamos (home of the infamous mexican jumping beans!), again ...