Day 13. An eight hour bus journey to Merida would have sounded like an ordeal at the start of our tour but is now a walk in the park for us. Having said that, Annie took the precaution of injesting every bowel-plugging drug known to the Meso-Americans so as not to need a trip to the fragrant “bus-loo”.
Factoid: Merida is a university town with a large scientific community and a more notable American presence. It is also the capital of Yucatan province as sung in “Hit me with your Rhythm Stick” by Ian Dury and the Blockheads:In the deserts of Sudan,And the gardens of Japan,From Milan to Yucatan,Every woman, every man!
Hit Me .... Hit Me ...
We checked into the Hotel Colonial right opposite the confusingly similar sounding Hotel Colon (which would have been more appropriate for Annie today).
Colon
It was a Sunday evening, enough excuse in Mexico for organising a street party. Annie was whisked away by an elderly but agile gentleman for her first Mexican Latino dance lesson. Thankfully the cocktail of bowel-plugging drugs were still in effect. Her teacher was quite strict and told her off whenever she put a foot wrong.
My memories of colon are linked with sigmoid and colectomy.
Teach your teacher how to Belly Dance, Annie!