(^90) Cape Town, South Africa – Mexico City, Mexico
Eventually, I said my goodbyes and boarded the plane for the long
and tedious flight to Mexico. The flight from Cape Town to
Johannesburg went smoothly; except on landing, there were no
wheel blocks. Have you ever! The stairs could therefore not be
attached, and there wasn’t a good deal more to do but wait until said
blocks could be traced. Already a tight connection, I had to sprint to
make the departure gate. At first, I was informed my bags were
already offloaded, but at the last moment was allowed onboard.
The biggest surprise came once in Washington. Assuming it would be
a four-hour flight to Mexico City, you can imagine my shock when the
flight turned out to be a thirteen-hour affair. My word, what a
performance! That will teach me to check the flight details carefully
prior to booking.
My flight landed in Mexico City on the evening of 1 December. After
changing money, a taxi took me to Terminal Sur Bus Station where I
checked the coming day's bus schedule, and then headed to the
nearest hotel where I slept like a baby.
Mexico City – Acapulco - By bus
Well rested and following coffee and a bite to eat, I was on the final
leg to Acapulco. In Acapulco, it was a relief to be reunited with the
bike. The weather was fantastic; at 8 p.m., it was still 30°C without a
breath of wind, and the ocean was not significantly cooler. It was
good to be in my familiar world of the unknown.
The next day was spent in Acapulco re-organising bags and buying a
few needed things. The remainder of the day was spent at the beach,
where fruit sellers peddled their wares, exquisitely carved into pieces
of art.
leana
(Leana)
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