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Published: September 24th 2019
This morning we fly out of Oaxaca to Merida in the Yucatan for Spring Break. It's exciting as Erik, not Erik the viking on the front desk, but Erik the boss is driving us to the airport. As we load the bag I notice that a substantial amount of the rear wheel is in the boot. Whilst it is exciting it is also a sad day as Louise is leaving us for New York. But on a positive note she was starting to get the flu and given both Wilko and I have the squirts the last thing we needed was the flu. Given Becs and I only have one case we have had to do aittle bit of bag shuffling to get it under 25kg (Wilko made us fly economy).
At check in the bag comes in at 23kg, while I'm mentally the congratulating myself the airline guy says something like "did you pack your bags yourself? Are you carrying guns, knives, aerosols or mole?". Mole? Well actually I do have some mole in my carry on. After putting the 7kg of mole in our checked luggage the airline guy let us off as we were carrying the regional
dish. Fred and Cheryl are at the airport as well. They have been there for hours as Erik the boss, not the viking, had told them they needed to get there 3 hours before their flight. I suspect he dropped them off early so he could get back in time to pick us up.
Our flight is boarding, Fred and Cheryl's has been delayed, we get on the Volaris plane, the pilot is having a kip in my seat but he woke up and went up front, the hostie did an impressive safety demonstration complete with sticking plaster hiding her tattoos so she looked like a Mexican mummy. She then promptly fell asleep. I started to worry that the pilot and the hostie had some kind of cocaine fuelled tryst going like that Denzel Washington movie and we'd end up landing upside down. We made it to Merida so presumably the pilot had stayed awake for most of the flight and was tall enough to see over the dashboard.
Once again Catherine has nailed the accommodation, although slightly disappointing as Ricky Martin isn't staying at our hotel, only the support act. Whilst lazing round the pool we can hear Ricky doing his warm up.
We had a wander around the square and a look in the Cathedral. We had some great fish tacos in the square. Our waiter Danial was full of information most of it useless. He took us to the tour company across the road, but we escaped wallets in tact. We then went through a renovated Hacienda (Casa de Montejo) redone with the generosity of Banamex.
Dinner tonight is an Olives Enoteca. We've decided to go Italian for a change. We are seated next to the bar. The guy sitting at the barstool near Becs is showing a lot of bum crack (I would have got a photo but he is bigger than me). Becs orders a XX Lager which is like XXXX but only half as good (boom, boom). Dinner is excellent and even the wine is good, I'm getting over the Mexican wine (all Chardonnay and Chenin Blanc).
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