We got breakfast (eventually! Bad service) at 11:00 hrs. Two semi-boiled eggs served in a cup and washed down with Coca Cola! Back at the hotel we did some laundry and then went out into the sun. Most places were closed, and we ended up in a bar on the Zócalo drinking cold beer. Tina (who Declan hadn’t murdered) joined us for a Coca Cola and a chat.
At 17:00 hrs. we went to the “Restaurante Mérida Internacional”, our regular eating place on Calle 62. I had Chicken Escabèche which was chicken casseroled in an onion sauce. We returned to the hotel and sat on the balcony where we polished off our meagre Bacardi supplies with the American Vietnam War Veteran, Dennis.
We bought some small but powerful firecrackers and were cheerfully lobbing them into the street until the hotel manager, Juan, expressed his dismay! The Mexican people seemed to think they were great, however, when our Bacardi rum ran out we soon got bored and went out in search of another bar.
Dennis knew of a video bar in the Hotel Trinidad on Calle 62 and we drank rum and coke while watching Rock Videos indispersed with hideous American commercials (adverts). The bar had comfortable chairs in a dimly lit room with a high ceiling and pictures covering the walls. It was a good night out.
We returned to the casa at midnight and managed to persuade Declan not to lob a banger (firecracker) into the patio before hitting the sack.
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