Arrived at Mexico City on flight from London Heathrow Airport at 23:30 hrs. after a long tiring journey. Chatted with an amicable Belgian bloke and saw “The Colour of Money” in-flight movie. Several meals and a few short spots of turbulence enroute.
I unexpectedly bumped into Liz Crathorne at Heathrow Airport, a colleague from BP Research where I had been working until I left to make this journey, flying out on a wet day in England at about 14:15 hrs.
On the flight the other passengers seemed relaxed as they were on their way home or on holiday whereas I was feeling apprehensive as we were flying into the unknown and our guidebooks warned that Mexico City was a dangerous place for travellers. At the time it was the biggest city in the world.
At Mexico City International Airport (MEX) which is located 5 kilometres (3 miles) east from downtown Mexico and is the busiest airport in Mexico, we cleared Customs and Immigration and changed money with no problems. There were 2,300 Mexican Pesos to the American Dollar.
Now we are waiting for dawn in a spotless modern airport with busy cleaners working away all around us. I was just about sobering up after last night’s farewell session in The Red Lion public house in Isleworth.
All the boys were there, and I had “afters” (drinks after closing time) with George Lockyer and Alistair Shearer before staggering home after midnight. I took my antimalaria tablets.
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