While we were in Merida we decided to hire a car and drive the Ruta Puuc, which was immediately, and quite undeservedly, rechristened The Puke Route. We were fortunate as Montejo Car Hire were just 100 meters from our front door and we were able to hire a small saloon at 400 pesos (less than £20) for the day. I’d bought an International Driving Permit from the post office before we left, but they were utterly unconcerned about seeing it.
When we went to pick up the car I was relieved to see that it had been well worn in. The car hire fella made an attempt at noting the biggest of the bumps and scratches, but it was obvious that unless we came back missing a door or having driven into another vehicle, we weren’t going to get stung for any extra charges. Best of all, it had air-con. Continue reading Driving the Ruta Puuc
We are travelling around on the bus, it seems quite grown up to be able to pull together a route from the internet and then actually do it. I really enjoy planning the route, researching, aka Googling, to see how long we might stop somewhere and finding places to stay. At the moment I love Airbnb and ADO buses, they make everything possible.
We found a lovely looking old colonial house in Merida, just off the Paseo Montejo. The pictures looked amazing and so we decided to book a week there. At just over £30 per night, it seemed affordable, although as time goes on I think we will reduce what is affordable! For now though, it looked perfect.
After a very basic stay in Valladolid, a pleasant enough apartment, but with none of the windows looking onto the outside, I was looking forward to more pleasant surroundings. We bought bus tickets and a couple of hours later, Ygnacio was showing us around Casa Mango and we were settling in for the week.
The house looked tiny from the outside and after a bumpy taxi ride down many, many side streets we lugged our cases in. Only then were we able to appreciate the hidden depths of the house, the high ceilings and thick walls, together with the tiny garden and the mini swimming pool under the avocado tree.
After so much planning and preparation, so many emotions and such anticipation, this was the perfect time to relax and take stock. So we took it slow, relatively. Continue reading A week in Merida