San Sebastian Hermosillo
Periferico Sur 96 Col Y Griega Hermosillo, Northern Mexico, 83290, Mexico
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Another night in bandit land
... to stay very close as a group and were told not to stop for anything as we passed through. If for some reason we had to stop then the rest of the group must keep going. In other words, do not stop!!!
Finally at about 5pm we reached the town of Hermosillo which looked rather nice as we approached. It is surrounded by small hills and seemed rather clean when compared to many others
As per usual in Mexico this nice look about the town did not last and by ...
Mexican Mishaps Make Amigos
... the warm beaches of Mazatlan, mostly shorts and t shirts. I was unprepared for a cold night in the lobby of a multi star hotel in Mexico city. It was sooo cold. I was sleepy, tired from traveling, standing in lines, waiting for flights, lack of sleep, carrying a back pack, and a large tote and my computer. I tried to curl up on a couch in the lobby of the Camino Real hotel as the workers saw me sitting there and said nothing. Finally at around 3:30 ...
Our Final City
... the staff at the hotel were completely incompetent and were unable to cope with simple duties such as getting the bags from our room. What started off as a relaxing breakfast resulted in us running to the room and hacking through the airport trying to find our check in counter.
For the first time in our trip's history we were told by Iberian Airways that our luggage was overweight. We ...
Mexico City
... much more interesting than the wrestling ever could be.
Saturday and Sunday were days of drunkeness pretty much so my stories for those days are pretty forgettable. I went to a bar with a bunch of old Mexican men and saw the Americans get beat by Ghana. Back to the hostel and met up with some more Gringos and we went out on the town. My memories are pretty few and far between for that day. I woke up on Sunday and ...
Mexico City 1: Into the Heart of the Beast
... cabs. She was pulling her bunched up mini skirt down and adjusting her giant Paris Hilton sunglasses as she hobbled through the gravel toward a white car with the hood up and flashers on. I noticed there were two other similarly dressed “ladies” standing by a large Mexican man in a tight shirt with a big ol’ twisted Mexican mustache. I got the gist of what was going on, and wondered how one might get service if ...



