Mayan Meltdown: Photos 21 to 30

Hola amigos and bienvenidos to the mexican leg of our cycle jaunt. We start off in Cancun and, oo it ain't 'arf 'ot. Except in our room in Casa Mexico Tipico, where it is just about sub-zero. We are staying with Hilda, her family and Pepita, the chihuahua. Hilda's mother is a music teacher and we are entertained by a parade of young pianists, percusionists and guitarists. All is not harmony, however, and I fear at one point that someone has stepped on Pepita, but it is only the violin class warming up.

We liberate our bikes from the cardboard that has encased them for the past month and take them for a test drive around the Cancun hotel zone. This purpose-built resort, set on a sand spit in the caribean, has luxurious hotels and beautiful beaches, jealously guarded by those same hotels, but accessible, provided that you don't look mexican, or suspicious. The latter rules us out. There is a characterless, international anonimity about it.

On the advice of our host, we escape to nearby Puerto Morelos, a small village which, despite its proximity to Cancun, has managed to preserve an unspoilt and relaxed air. We pass a

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I am thrilled that you two are putting your practices in Australia to good use. I have really enjoyed reading about your adventures and I compliment the author on the writing skills! The whole adventure is written about in an entertaining and skilled way!! Ride on dudes and do keep the words coming!!! I love the photos also!!!! Cheers.

I am thrilled that you two are putting your practices in Australia to good use. I have really enjoyed reading about your adventures and I compliment the author on the writing skills! The whole adventure is written about in an entertaining and skilled way!! Ride on dudes and do keep the words coming!!! I love the photos also!!!! Cheers.