So naturally there’s not a lot to report from there, with the exception of me holding a Mayan crystal skull (like the one the in newest Indiana Jones movie), so I might be cursed now…
It might be a good curse though, for the Mexico part of the trip was a smooth ride – they have both cheaper and better buses than the US (and I’m talking about their 2nd class buses!). I’ve picked up on the hitchhiking down here, which is easier than in the US too – one trip was a half hour ride on a motorcycle, not normally fitting three people, zig-zagging through traffic. We even had to pass a police checkpoint, but they mostly seemed impressed with the bike holding together under the weight. The lecture of the day (by some of my new Mexican friends) is the following: “The police are NOT your friend, the tourist police can MAYBE be your friend.” – so if you ever go, watch the corruption. Fellow travellers had to pay bribes for drinking in public even though there shouldn’t be a law against that.
Other more interesting highlights have been climbing a 30-something meter high Mayan pyramid, diving in a cenote (underwater cave, filled with rainwater) and breaking in to another cenote to have a swim. The last cenote was officially in a protected area open to the public, but had been closed off by a rustic fence. Luckily this was removable and we could go for a swim. We met the Mexican couple with the police-advice (whose names I have shamefully forgot), a new Finnish friend Tony, and an old Finnish friend from UNBC, Hanna. So today’s shout-out goes to these four fantastic people.
Stay tuned, the next entry is gonna be fun: I visit a place where most people want your money, one way or another, and my hostel room is broken into while my bags are searched.
Mexico
