San Luis Culiacan

... Mexican Basil Fawlty. And yes I am going to be called Lucy for the next few months as no one in Central America seems to be able to say Lizzy. I asked him for a non smoking room, and he said of course, no problem. The first things I saw when I went into the room were two massive ashtrays, one either side of the bed, and a cigarette burn in the blanket. I had a shower, accidentally swallowed some water, and lay awake waiting for amoebic dysentry to kick in. <br><br>I had three free days ...

... 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!!

... dat de (tegen dan verlaten) stad door de goden gesticht werd. Voor we daar komen hebben we nog een lange rit voor de boeg maar via de tolweg moet dat vlot gaan. We besluiten vroeg te vertrekken en om 8u zijn we onderweg. Het eerste stuk gaat ook bijzonder vlot en tegen 13u naderen we Mexico city. Nu moeten we gewoon de juiste weg voorbij Mexico City nemen en dan noordwaards naar Teotihuacan. Dat is een belangrijke toeristische trekpleister dus dat zel wel goed ...

... their stories. This tradition has been going on for years and we felt very privileged to be part of this local, ancient custom. That was until we stopped at a bar on the way, only to see the other groups of musicians and their followers pass by at 10 minute intervals... not so special after all... pesky tourists! We also stumbled across a parade for the Day of the Revolution just before we went to get our bus back to D.F. the next day which was so lucky and well worth watching ...

... an elderly man to perform an involuntary grind right up against our most unfortunate character. For the next five or so minutes, MacGyver felt every rasping breath of that elderly man down the back of his neck. This was the kind of intimacy they don't write about in guidebooks. Xochilmilco certainly had an authentic urban Mexican feel about it. It seemed like a completely different world, its grit and grime in both its ...

... I have left on my "must see/do" list are huge and overwhelming. I'd like to go to the legendary anthropology museum, for example (It´s massive and can take days to fully explore. I've heard stories about people getting lost inside), and go to Teotihuacan to climb a great, big Aztec pyramid, but I just haven't been up for those adventures. -There aren't many people left in the hostel dorm anymore, so it´s been hard to find ...

... next flight. I asked where was the best place to buy bus tickets. I wasted some time in town, the centre is really beautiful, full of old churches, large squares and rows of colonial style buildings. I then took the metro to the bus station, bought scant supplies for the coach journey because I was now use to the free food and restaurant stops that always occur leaving me with loads of food I didn't eat. Then boarded the 20 hour bus to Merida.

... through the meal while sipping our Tecates...they were cold and that was good. We learned many valuable lessons today...first and foremost...an army marches on it's stomach...so from now on, we were getting lunch on the road before entering town, so we'd have a chance to cool down, eat a nice meal, and not be so hot, hungry, and exasperated while searching for a place to stay for the evening. Secondly - no more industrial towns...the smaller the town, the ...

... the streets I had no idea what to make of the streetscape.  I had expected the meaning of things I saw to be more apparent, but the facades were not only called names I could not understand, but I could not work out which buildings were for what from the vehical as it sped past. My first impression was of chaos. Hotel Jena was more luxurious than I expected.  An imposing tower.  The room was small. All I ...

... we sleep badly because of the noise. We are in the center of the city and the delivery to the shops happens ... at night, with zero respect for people who want to sleep. There is screaming and shouting and tossing and loud music. But: worse of all: the traffic police. Two police (wo)men stand at every corner of Mexico City, traffic lights or not. They have a whistle in their mouth 24/7 and are using it 24/7. To start with, they use it for ...