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Day one in Mexico

Paul and I arrive in the evening after a surprisingly pleasant, though very long, flight from Paris and, I have to say, the best plane food I’ve ever had, Air France un point. We scramble through the hectic arrival hall in Benito Juarez’s airport and make our way, desperately and clumsily, like two year olds learning to walk, to the exit where our hotel bus leaves from -oh, yes, we need some rest before continuing on to the South on another flight and a drive, we can hardly tell our arses from our elbows at this stage.