We had American style breakfast in “Pops” on Calle 57. I washed down some Lomotil tablets with my orange juice to combat the shits. It must have been something I ate yesterday. This medication is used to treat diarrhoea. It helps to decrease the number and frequency of bowel movements. It works by slowing the movement of the intestines.
All the shops are open again, and busy. Diego went to the Consulate to get a visa for Belize and Declan and I returned to our room. We have heard good reports about the coastal resort of Playa del Carmen so we will probably go there next.
Diego came back from the Consulate and we decided to go to the Bus Station and get tickets for Chetumal in order to get to somewhere nice in Belize for New Year. The usual massive queue was tailing out of the Bus Station, but luckily for us nobody wanted to go to Chetumal and it’s dedicated ticket window was vacant as usual.
We got tickets for tomorrow departing at 07:00 hrs. at a cost of 14,500 Mexican Pesos each. Diego sobbed at the prospect of getting up so early to get this bus. We went on to find a bar that Dennis had recommended by the cinema on Calle 60. Here, in an internal courtyard we got “Dos Equis” beer for 800 Mexican Pesos per bottle and chatted to an American in a strange green outfit. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and Bermuda shorts from Africa.
He was here writing a book about the Mayan Indians and earning 5,000 Mexican Pesos per day doing translations. He had apparently lost all his money when a night raider slashed his tent with a razor blade and relieved him of all his valuables. He borrowed a busker’s guitar and gave us a tune.
At 15:00 hrs. we moved on to the Zócalo and chatted to the hammock sellers as small children chased the pigeons. We bought some peanuts from a young boy and chatted idly. After a siesta doze at the hotel we went out for a couple of hamburgers and then joined Diego drinking coffee while he ate his meal. Then we moved on to the Video Bar where we sat drinking rum and cokes under the bizarre paintings and watched Pop Videos. The New Order one was best.
We went back to the hotel at 22:30 hrs. and discovered that one of the other residents had killed a black scorpion on the balcony where we usually sat. The squashed corpse was quickly covered by a writhing mass of ants and overnight it was dismembered and carried away in pieces.
I talked to a Canadian guy about the perils of snakes and insects until the Tres Amigos got restless and decided to hit the Zócalo for two more late night beers. We sat and chatted, watching the local dogs and horse and trap drivers going home.
Urkan and Sabine appeared at 23:30 hrs. and told us that they had had a great time at the Flamingo Reservation. We knocked up the hotel reception boy at 00:30 hrs. and went to bed with an increased awareness of possible malevolent insects. It was a warm and restless night.
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