Journey to Cancun

I've come this far. I left DF Sunday night. The last leg will be tomorrow morning; oh, I hope the bus doesn't break down or I will miss my flight. I'm assuming I will be able to update this from Havana but at this stage I'm not taking anything for granted. My aunt is sending me emails about things she wants me to bring; originally most of it was medication, but now it's just a computer mouse. Apparently there are no USB-connection mice to be found in Havana. This is making me curious about what else will not be there.

Sunday, as promised, we went to the pyramids. One of these days I will look up the long complicated name so I can tell what pyramids they actually were. Anyhow they were very big. Much bigger than the Mayan ones I've seen, but it could be just because they're not covered in jungle. Most things in Mexico City were very big, and very crowded, so the pyramids were no exception. They were covered with people who looked like insects from the bottom. There was a Temple of the Sun (which they have recently discovered was not dedicated to the sun at all, oh history you fiend) which we climbed up. I'm amazed I made it. The Temple of the Moon was a little smaller, and you could only climb half-way. The sun was beating down on the plain, and we had walked all the way down the avenue from the entrance.

That night I took the bus from a very large very crowded bus station (see the Mexico City theme here?). Mexican bus terminals are almost more like airports, huge with gate numbers and ticket desks and people with suitcases and places to buy bad food. It was sad to say goodbye to Patricia and her parents. It was sadder to spend the night crushed into a single seat, then the whole of the next day sitting in the bus terminal at Villahermosa. I would have left to explore but it was so hot and so humid and frankly traveling for two months has sapped some of my adventurous spirit. I spent another half-night on the bus, then was unceremoniously deposited at the terminal in Merida at 3.30am. So I slept on the uncomfortable terminal seats for four hours.

I am telling you all this so you know that I am not really having a holiday. Not all the time at least. Merida is very pretty. This afternoon the plan is to finally find my cenote, which together with learning to surf, was one of the most looked forward to things on this trip. Then I suppose the next time I write I will be in Cuba!