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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 fizzy drink), inflight entertainment, wi-fi internet, plug socket, fully reclinable chairs and leg rests. The photo of Tom smiling like a twelve year old girl is testament to this joy!
Once we arrived to Guadalajara (we were very sad to have to get off the bus although Tom did try to get us off the bus in the wrong city - idiot) our usual pattern of confusion and fear returned. We, somehow, got a bus to roughly the centre of town and then we stood around for half an hour trying to figure out which connecting bus to catch. As the light started fading we decided to sod it all and get our first taxi since the Great Taxi Disaster of 2011 in Mobile, AL.
The hostel was very nice and quiet, however the kitchen was less a kitchen and more of a dark room with very barely running water and hobs the size of a ten pence piece. Despite this setback we continued to cook our own signature cheap dishes that last three days, made even cheaper by the fact that we're in Mexico and that Ebeneezer Trude is in charge of the shopping (Tom gets panicky in supermarkets).
We spent most of our time in Guadalajara (apparently 'the most Mexican city in Mexico') walking around in circles looking for shorts and a Spanish phrase book, neither of which we found.
Trudy made her first mistake in Guadalajara when she allowed Tom to visit Guachimontones which turned out to be the first in his new collection of archaeological ruins. [Let him bore you with the details: this site is apparently unique in that it is the only site in the world in which the pyramid is constructed using only concentric circular steps.] Not since Washington DC have so many photographs been taken only to be subsequently deleted.
A particular highlight from Guadalajara for both of us (no, really) was that Tom completed his Sudoku mega puzzle. Trudy, having banned Tom from any more puzzling, was as relieved as he was to throw it in the bin having watched him struggle with it for two weeks like a monkey trying to understand how fire works (and getting its fingers burnt several times in the process).
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