To old Mexico!
Well, it was an early start this morning... up at 4am to get to the airport by 5 for a 7 o'clock take-off. Didn't sleep terribly well (no surprise there, the night before a flight).
Last night had to take Bobo to Joe's parents. We met them halfway to their house at a steak barn. Odd place. Good steaks, but it had a honky-tonk jukebox and a line-dancing floor, and the walls were festooned with the cut off ends of ties. Apparently they were all involuntary donations from former patrons who were careless enough to wear a tie to the restaurant.
And then there was no Bo.
And it was bad.
Ridiculous, but we were both missing him by the time we got home. Silly dog.
Anyway.
Back to the airport, where we got on board Champion air flight MG300 (MG? what is that?) and headed for the border as fast as the engines would pull us. Somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico the pilot pointed out the meteorite impact crater which was thought to have been the cause of the K/T extinction boundary - since disproved, but I guess the pilot doesn't keep up with the current breaking news in extinction sciences. At any rate, all we could see was a faint light patch in the water.
More entertaining was the immigration card to get into Mexico. Not only did it have separate sections for locals and "foreing" visitors, but it directed said visitors to "sing in the box below". Good humour after all that time in Asia.
Seated next to me was a fairly grouchy middle-aged couple who were going down south of Cancun. The lady was reading from pages torn out of Lonely Planet's Mexico guide. Her husband disparaged it as a guide for "poor people on cheap holidays", which offended me more than I would have expected. (I almost went to the trouble of explaining to him that LP actually publish Shoestring Guides as a separate series of books for the budget traveller, but I have lost interest in trying to convince people when I'm pretty sure they won't appreciate it). I wanted to borrow the pages and have a quick look before we got to Cancun, but she didn't stop reading them all the way there.
We got out of the airport in a flash, not having any checked baggage, but then we had to wait for the other people who were staying at the same hotel before the bus could leave. The best-laid plans, etc.
Dumped the bags at the hotel - we got there at about 12, but couldn't check in until 3:00 - and then went in search of an internet cafe so that Joseph could check his e-mail, as he was technically telecommuting (rather than on holiday). Surprisingly difficult to find a suitable place in that town. I know that there's not a lot of business travel down there, but I'm sure that even the party animals like to check their e-mail. Eventually tracked a cafe down, but the internet was offline! Went back to try the hotel, but it was a city-wide problem. There was nothing for it but to have lunch.
Went down a small back street and found a place. We chose the bar on the sole fact that we could change money there. Ordered some burritos and massive, 940ml bottles of Sol with lime. The air was hot and humid, and the beer was cold. It's always good weather when you can wash your hands before lunch by running them over the condensation on your beer bottle.
Last night had to take Bobo to Joe's parents. We met them halfway to their house at a steak barn. Odd place. Good steaks, but it had a honky-tonk jukebox and a line-dancing floor, and the walls were festooned with the cut off ends of ties. Apparently they were all involuntary donations from former patrons who were careless enough to wear a tie to the restaurant.
And then there was no Bo.
And it was bad.
Ridiculous, but we were both missing him by the time we got home. Silly dog.
Anyway.
Back to the airport, where we got on board Champion air flight MG300 (MG? what is that?) and headed for the border as fast as the engines would pull us. Somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico the pilot pointed out the meteorite impact crater which was thought to have been the cause of the K/T extinction boundary - since disproved, but I guess the pilot doesn't keep up with the current breaking news in extinction sciences. At any rate, all we could see was a faint light patch in the water.
More entertaining was the immigration card to get into Mexico. Not only did it have separate sections for locals and "foreing" visitors, but it directed said visitors to "sing in the box below". Good humour after all that time in Asia.
Seated next to me was a fairly grouchy middle-aged couple who were going down south of Cancun. The lady was reading from pages torn out of Lonely Planet's Mexico guide. Her husband disparaged it as a guide for "poor people on cheap holidays", which offended me more than I would have expected. (I almost went to the trouble of explaining to him that LP actually publish Shoestring Guides as a separate series of books for the budget traveller, but I have lost interest in trying to convince people when I'm pretty sure they won't appreciate it). I wanted to borrow the pages and have a quick look before we got to Cancun, but she didn't stop reading them all the way there.
We got out of the airport in a flash, not having any checked baggage, but then we had to wait for the other people who were staying at the same hotel before the bus could leave. The best-laid plans, etc.
Dumped the bags at the hotel - we got there at about 12, but couldn't check in until 3:00 - and then went in search of an internet cafe so that Joseph could check his e-mail, as he was technically telecommuting (rather than on holiday). Surprisingly difficult to find a suitable place in that town. I know that there's not a lot of business travel down there, but I'm sure that even the party animals like to check their e-mail. Eventually tracked a cafe down, but the internet was offline! Went back to try the hotel, but it was a city-wide problem. There was nothing for it but to have lunch.
Went down a small back street and found a place. We chose the bar on the sole fact that we could change money there. Ordered some burritos and massive, 940ml bottles of Sol with lime. The air was hot and humid, and the beer was cold. It's always good weather when you can wash your hands before lunch by running them over the condensation on your beer bottle.
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