Posada San Martin
Travel Blogs from Veracruz
... 2013, please comment and let me know (I’m nearly finished with Dexter :P)
So yeh that was just a chilled night – went back and hung out with my main man Mexcal, and just wanted to sleep and catch up whilst dowsing myself with vitamin and iron tablets! Ieft pretty early in the morning, as (again probably totally against all doctors orders) wanted to go back and play football back in Mexico City. Took the two hour bus ride back, and predictably played awful and got ...
... away kit. Both teams took the game seriously, just as the spectators took their drinking seriously. It was hot enough for us just standing or sitting around looking at birds or bird facts. These players were running around in the heat. We were soon back in the air conditioned comfort of the bus and on our way.
There was more running commentary from our hosts, as the bus passed cheap hotels costing $10 a night, and some "transit" hotels which charged by the hour, aimed ...
... though the fortunes of the town have slumped and many of the hotels from that time are looking run down, but there seems to be an initiative to knock many of them down and replace them with more opulent resort style hotels. There are many poor properties but also some really superb houses. Unfortunately we had very strong winds on 2 days during our stay (so strong I thought the windows were at risk) so we probably did not see the beach of Veracruz at its best.
San Antonio & Big Bend NP
Having left Louisiana and heading west into Texas our first major landscape change came in the shape of Houston, TX. So named after Sam Houston one of these American forefather types.
We didn't really stop for a visit and saw most of it woosh past outside the van. We did stop at Walmart on the outskirts however and top up on our food supplies for the following night.
Our next port was the very heart of the state – ...
... a large brace (it covered my whole leg) and could not bend my knee until after Christmas. After the surgery, I went back to Concordia, crutches and all, determined to outlast the harsh Moorhead winters. After calling my parents and crying about how many times I had fallen on the ice (not good for bad knees!) my dad surprised me by driving up to Moorhead and taking me to get a wheelchair. During the remaining days before winter break, I decorated my wheelchair in tinsel ...
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