Maya Calle — Merida!

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Rode 120km today.
A short story called “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” tells of a man, Walter Mitty, who is the hero of his daydreams.  In his dreams, he saves lives, barrels into dangerous situations without the least bit of fear, and demonstrates coolness and bravado in the face of death.  The daydreams are all that Walter Mitty has, other than a termagant wife who breaks into his fantasies and reminds Walter of his daily responsibilities and his humdrum existence.  After about the 100km mark, my own daydreams were more of the “Secret Lives of Lassitude in the Lower Latitudes” variety, polar opposites to those energetic fictions of Walter Mitty.  My first daydream of sloth centered around a scene in which I am wrist deep in a bag of Tostidos, a great cup of salsa nearby, a cold beer at my elbow, football on the TV, surrounded by friends, with a poker game in store for the evening.  It is the paradox of the human psyche, however, that whatever we´re doing, no matter how wonderful, we often want to be doing something else.  If I were at home, with my grubby paws deep in a bag of chips, very likely I would want to do something other than watch TV.

Kilometers passed.  The temperature climbed like a monkey.  A second daydream visited my wistful coconut.  It was winter, snow fell outside, and I lay cozy under thick quilted blankets in an enormous room.  Jeeves — Wodehouse´s Jeeves — had just lit a fire.  ¨That´s excellent, Jeeves!” I said.
“I endeavor to please, Sir,” this sterling butler replied.
“That´s all for now, Jeeves,” said I.
“Very good, Sir,” and he shimmered out.
And then I slept for a month.

At last, Merida.  The capital city of Yucatan state, Merida boasts museums, good food, cool architecture, and — most exciting of all — close proximity to Campeche, city on the sea.  My mother remarked that the ride is a bit ahead of schedule.  If Campeche is reached with time to spare, the plan is to bus to Chetumal, capital of Quintana Roo, and then cross the border into Belize. 

Below you can find photos of the last days in Valladolid, Coba, and Chichen Itza, when the computers would not allow photo uploads.

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4 Responses to Maya Calle — Merida!

  1. elena says:

    ¡Vaya Gringo! ¡Tus fotos son excelentes! You should tell Lonely Planet folks that they should check out your pics of the cave, it looks like a piece of moon -like landscape:-) Well done! And probably the Merida´s Mayor should pay u an extra beer for the wonderful pics you took in his city:-) BESOS!

  2. elena says:

    I guess you can see skeletons everywhere..actually, another great time to be in Mexico is when they celebrate ¨el día de todos los muertos* (1-2 November), which would make Tim Burton feel home:-))

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