The hostel in Playa Del Carmen was a true throwback to our stay in Washington: it was full of weirdos and the manager was a complete a**e! He spent all of his time flirting with a girl who was staying in the hostel on a language course. She in turn put her new language to good use by 'telling on us' to him when we hadn't washed a pot or emptied the dryer IMMEDIATELY (much as a seven year old might). And like the sexy Iguana at Ezdna he was forced to tell us off i...

In Cancun we unexpectedly experienced rain for the first time since the torrential downpour in Savannah, Georgia (when Tom fell into a puddle up to his knee). The Mexican rain lasted all of about 10 minutes and for us English really was quite a pathetic site to behold. It gave us an excuse to take shelter under the Golden Arches of MacDonald's and to order dinner of Big Macs and fries. There's nothing like eating locally is there? However we were unable to pay a...

The overnight bus from Mexico City to Campeche was a thoroughly confusing experience. Everyone was made to get off the bus at some deserted bus station in the middle of the night and after standing idle for 15 minutes the empty bus appeared to drive away without us! With our less-than-pigeon Spanish we were completely in the dark (another great pun there Tom) as to what to do, however it seemed that the driver simply wanted to give the Mosquitoes of the region a ...

Now that we know what bus travel in Mexico is like ("Now we know, oh yes, now we know"), we couldn't wait to board the next bus for Mexico City. The next six hours were pure bliss and in Trudy's own words "Not long enough"! Mexico City was hot in the extreme (despite it still being winter here) and after we'd checked into our hostel dorm room we had about fifteen minutes in which to get ready to go out on a hostel trip to Lacho Libre wrestling (after some forc...

Leaving Puerto Vallarta was possibly the happiest we've been in the last five months. When we boarded our bus to Guadalajara and saw the luxury we'd be travelling in, it was almost beyond our comprehension. After 4 months on the Greyhound we'd come to expect abuse from the staff, released prisoners and mental patients as fellow passengers and buses that passing vagrants wouldn't use as a toilet. Now we were presented with a free onboard snack (sandwich, cake and...