In Zacatecas, Mexico, and it´s great to be back in a civilised country. The last act in the US was a crazy rush for a bus with only 11 seats left; the driver´s words were "the first eleven to the bus get to ride". I was fourth in the queue and No 10 on the bus, I saw one elderly person get whacked on the head by a woman younger than me and a guy have his bags kicked out of his hands. Then five hours of smelly, noisy, bus hell (as usual). Savages.
Got to Juarez about four hours late but straight onto an air-conditioned spacebus to Chihuahua with fully reclining seats. It broke down a little while later (nowhere´s perfect...) but there was another one half an hour behind that picked us up.
Been in Mexico for four nights now and so far I´ve not heeded the advice from one friend, "Take a 16" blade with you and strap 10 kilos of coke to your body on the way out, hope for the best."
Have stayed a night in Creel, then a train through the Copper Canyon to El Fuerte, on to the coast and Mazatlan (a smaller Acapulco, apparently) and now back into the mountains and the high plains of Zacatecas. Today I´ve been wandering round Mesoamerican ruins and about to hit the roof terrace for margaritas. All sounds more fun than it really is. Honest.
Still, my mum tells me that the weather´s picked up back home. Hope summer treats you all well.
T
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