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 forced Tequila from the hostel staff). Which was awesome (the wrestling, not the tequila). The night's main event was a tag team match up between three 'goodies' and three 'baddies', one of whom was El Terrible. El Terrible was a particular favourite of the crowd as he had brought his wife ringside to the fight and she was more than happy to help him out whenever he was in trouble. You could clearly see who wears the trousers in that relationship, especially bearing in mind that she was about a foot taller and half a foot wider than her husband. No photos we're afraid, apparently it infringes on the rights of the fighters (however a chair to the face is deemed okay!).

After the wrestling we went to our hostel's roof bar for a few Coronas and we ended up spending the rest of the evening chatting with another couple from Mexico. It transpired that they'd been going out for four months and that the gentleman was actually from one of the Northern border towns…where he was a soldier for one of the Mexican cartels. Despite this initial confession he turned out to be a thoroughly nice guy and very well mannered to boot. We discussed his intense hatred of Americans and he was only too happy to show us his tattoos attesting to this passion. Tom delicately questioned him further on this, asking "But surely you must be able to accept that maybe somewhere in America there might just be one person that you wouldn't automatically despise?": to which our new friend flatly replied "No". Oh well America, you can't be all things to all people!

Our hostel offered a free walking tour of the historic district that we were staying in. We were taken to the palace building which featured some impressive murals by Diego Rivera, which depict the entirety of Mexican history and culture. This is where we first learnt of chili-infused hot chocolate (the search begins). We were then taken to the Cathedral which the hostel overlooks, however as soon as we entered the main part we had to leave as Mass was starting (so the tour group had to leave 'en masse' - a flawless pun from Trudy). The tour then took us to the Post Office, jokingly referred to as the Postal Palace as it is ridiculously grand and ornate. Apparently it's based on the palaces of Italy if you're interested (which you probably aren't).

Tom's collecting, photographing and cataloguing of ruins continued with a hostel tour to the Teotihuacan archaeological site. Even Trudy was impressed with this and hopefully the pictures do the place justice. [Some inane information for you from Tom now: while the Mayan and/or Aztec temples and pyramids in Mexico City centre were destroyed by Hernan Cortes when he invaded, Teotiohuacan survived because it was forty-five kilometres away from the city and was covered in grass, leading the Spanish to think it was merely a hill rather than an actual monument.]. We were forced to drink yet more tequila by the tour staff before entering the Teotihuacan site, which only now strikes us as odd (it's not like the British Museum makes people drink a yard of ale when they enter?). The tour also took in Our Lady of Guadalupe as well as the Square of Three Cultures.