So for our final bus trip in these fine lands it was a trip back up to Mexico City, and not a "Bandido" in sight! Maybe they are nothing more than a Hollywood myth? Who knowns. Never the less though we have taken some precautions. We have never travelled with a wallet stuffed full of cash, we avoided the night bus (as for one, it was no cheaper and two it only takes a few non-sleepers on the night bus for you to then kiss goodnight to any real sleep).
Within a country the size of Mexico we found the bus network to be excellent. We've travelled comfortably for just under 1700 miles, that's around 3 times the total length of Great Britain, north to south, and not one delay.
Being the weekend the roads were a little quieter. The same couldn't be said though for security at varoius check points. All visable as ever, traffic volume regardless.
Farm fields free from workers. Some choosing instead to meet for picnics, baseball and jumpers for goal posts style football matches. Ok so the main road that led us away from the mountains and farmlands had one lane less than a motorway but traffic speeds were almost the same. What we found frightening was to see so many babies and kids riding up front in cars just stood or on mums lap. Then there's the livestock being relocated kerb side by the youngest of shepherds. Not so healthy looking cattle but always an ever so faithful dog trailing a short way behind.
Back at our wonderful hostel we had plenty of ´stuff´ to do, banking, shopping, admin, Cuba planning etc. But walking around this city never fails to disappoint. Finding new coffee shops and yet more amazing buildings.
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