Leaving

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Back in the Ciudad. Murals by the dozen, and this time we know what they're about. A city is so much better the second time around. Visited Frida Kahlo's House. Thought we'd better otherwise we'd never hear the end of it from those at home. Lovely, but sentimental.

We fly today. Midnighting towards the South. Escaping under the cover of darkness at the close of the day, just as we snuck in shrouded in early morning shadows. What time has passed? A day? A lifetime? Or six weeks.

Its off to Lima for us now, we're set for Andean cold and altitude sickness. So it is with not a little regret that we leave the warmth and safety of Mexico. But we've been blessed by the Catholic Bishop, or was it the long dead King Pakal, or perhaps just the ghost of St. Christopher. Who's to know.

Adios

ewan

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