Days 61 – 64: The Los Angeles Experience
Los Angeles. The city of opportunity, eternal sunshine and just a little haze, and most importantly for us, it is where Al (Lucy’s brother) lives, with Liz and thrir children Jack and Bella.
Month: July 2018
Aidos Mexico, what’s up LA?
The page ended on Chapter 2 yesterday and we flew from Mexico to Los Angeles. Goodbye to Central America, to Mexico and Costa Rica, thank you for having us for 6.5 weeks. It has been […]
Days 58-60 – Out of our comfort zone in Cancun..
Almost all of this trip so far has gone right. The planning, the decisions, the itinerary, it has all gone well and we would change very little about what we have done. So this makes […]
Days 55-58: Holbox photos
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Day 56 – Whale sharks.
So on this most perfect of days, this photogenic expedition with ten shades of teal and four sunburnt smiles, we have to tell the story with no photos (we will persist). We could blame the […]
Day 56: Whale sharks
So on this most perfect of days, this photogenic expedition with ten shades of teal and four sunburnt smiles, we have to tell the story with no photos (we will persist). We could blame the […]
Days 53-55: 3 slices of Mexico
[Forgive the lack of photos, we are on an island with weak internet signal and they won’t upload tonight.] As mentioned, we are seeing only a sliver of the huge landmass that is Mexico, and […]
Days 50-52: On the run from the police? Just quit as Foreign Secretary? We have the perfect place to hide away….
If you need to escape, remove yourself from your normal life, avoid the authorities and/or friends and family, we have just the place. It is remote. It is beautiful.
Days 45 – 49 – 1000 years of history in three world-famous Mayan sites
It will be difficult, if not impossible, to do justice to the three Mayan sites which we have seen in the past week. Tulum, Coba and Palenque. Why? Because even with a guided tour, you […]
Day 46 – failing to do ‘proper’ travelling – Tulum to Palenque, Mexico
Stories about the old days are dull. I’ve tried to regale the girls with stories of poste restantes, long-distance bus trips and dysentery and they look at me as if I’m talking in swahili.
