It pissed down with rain so we went to do some thing I actually found quite interesting. ‘Cenote’ cave exploring, this is a natural underground ‘sink hole’ found in a near by place called Dzitnup. This is where the Mayans used to get their fresh water, maybe washed their pots and played cave man games with their mates. These Cenote’s have been created over MILLIONS of years by drops of rainwater that slowly dripped through the Yucatan’s granite earth creating these beautiful hanging stalactites, (Demo; hands hanging downwards and wiggle…a Harry Hill moment there). This also means that these caves were [View Full Entry]

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I must say the Yucatan region has more bloomin’ ancient ruins than the UK has branches of Tescos. The weather is similar too with the early June rains ...and how it has rained…I suppose all the lush green jungle around these parts could do with a good watering, its been parched during the last 83 days that we have been in Mexico. But then when the rain cleared and the sun scorched its way through the clouds like a tongue through candy floss all the pesky microscopic bugs came out and smothered my sodden skin, causing inescapable irritable itchy, itchy, itchy. [View Full Entry]

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I got off the bus and nearly fell over with total dizziness; the heat was back to intense ozone vacant levels. The roads are bendy and nauseating, especially if you sit in the isles seats, this time it was my turn NOT to have a window seat, curses! This journey felt like I was at Alton Towers on the same ride for a painful five-hour stretch after having devoured a massive Sunday lunch with cream based pudding for afters. We had researched online through tripadvisor.com a place to stay near the old ruins in Palenque, as we drove closer to the [View Full Entry]

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We left Oaxaca city silently humming Perry Como's 'Magic Moments' via the rich (first class) bus station, which in comparison to the one we arrived at was more like walking through the final scene of Kubricks 2001. Bright lights, white interiors and many 5ft female security guards armed with whistles and guns. After being frisked by these ladies, finger prints taken, irises scanned, we boarded the coach, which I soon noticed was full of like-minded stunned looking travellers, not a single Mexican on board. The butch security woman storms up the isles shooting us with a Sony camcorder just incase we [View Full Entry]

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The day after the robbing incident, (previous blog entry) we tried eating breakfast in the zocalo but most meal times involves being harassed by numerous height challenged offspring who are out on their own asking for money or selling scary yellow skinned chicken rubber key rings, beaded necklaces or various nuts. With every tug of my skirt or a tiny hand on my arm it met with their needy eyes, I felt the bus station kids with me but I had to say no, no, no between mouthfuls of unappetising food. My attention was diverted as I noticed many people walking [View Full Entry]

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(pronounced Wa HAK ka) The longer (Size and time) bus takes 8 hours and leaves Puerto Escondido at 22.15pm from the old bus station, which we got to just in time. Stu sat with the bags; I then went to check in, I was made aware that we had somehow come to the wrong place. The informant grabbed my hand and in a semi blind panic we both sprinted 10 ft to the left which was then suddenly the right place, without thinking Stu followed me sprinting 5ft to the left, I quickly turned to him and said ‘BAAAAGGGGS’ He had [View Full Entry]

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It claims in the written word that Escondido means hidden and is both the surf nirvana and spiritual Mecca, where people rarely leave….let see… Olga is the fist person most travellers see at the bus station. She was trying to sell us 'Casa Olga' her hidden GUEST HOUSE, using a flip up photo album where the pictures had faded with too much exposure, making the images look more like old family snaps from 1977. She felt like a very positive force. In the taxi to her place, which was by divine intervention the famous ZICATELA BEACH, 1.5 miles south east of [View Full Entry]

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Isn’t this in Hawaii ? Neither of us wanted to leave Puerto Vallarta, we both could have grown old and fossilised together there like the old honeymooners I saw. Just before we left I printed off the photos of the mariachi, the chicken man and the life guards and gave them all a copy, their faces was again a picture to see ....I have received beautiful emails from them since we left. Hearts have been touched already...first of my missions accomplished. There are no trains in this vast country, not one, which being English is becoming a challenge, so we had [View Full Entry]

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TEMAZCAL-TEMAZCALLI (the Aztec sweat lodge) Easter weekend. For a few days now I have been searching for something traditionally Mexican, something with healing shamanic kind of influences, this is part of why Im travelling, I found this technique, Temazcal Aztec sweat lodge, Using all the elements earth, water, fire and air for Temazcalli, which has been practiced in Mexico since pre-Hispanic times. This is a timeless approach to spirituality and said to be similar to a Turkish steam bath but let me tell you its nothing like it; it’s earthier, religious and heat intensive. It is meant to symbolise a re-birthing [View Full Entry]

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Puerto Vallarta well what can I say….its sorted us both right out! It is a beautiful 24-hour hub of scenic beauty, hyper pensioner activities and its the Mexican Gay nucleus, beautiful muscle men everywhere but nearly all were sadly sectioned off further up the beach, I did spot only two drop dead gorgeous looking Lesbians while slurping up messy spag bol....its all very much like Brighton. 1st April (My beloved Stu’s birthday, no joke!) We boarded a great boat trip, free booze and food, while on the boat we saw dolphins, yes many of them, cheer…and you do feel slightly magical [View Full Entry]

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