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Mexico: Driving by the Gulf
Everything was pink, flamingo pink. Flamingoes were painted on the walls, plastic birds lurked in the foliage of gardens and even the bridge into the little town of Celestun was painted a soft…
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Mexico: Then and Now
Inhaling clear air, we felt slightly dizzy from the altitude at 3100m and the breathtaking scenery of pine-clad forests. The distant tinkling of bells, worn around the necks of goats and sheep, drifted…
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Mexico: Gone to the Beach
It was the start of a long day, a very long day. It was barely ten degrees, a bright, chilly and pine-scented morning in the gorgeous, mountain-town of San Christobel de Las Casas.…
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Mexico….Ruins and Ruinous Roads
The first rain came in a violent downpour just after Ireland had beaten Scotland in the rugby match which we watched on the laptop in our little apartment in Bacalar, a little town…
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Hola, Mexico
Our journey to Mexico was longer than expected…much longer. The first seven-hour leg from Dublin to Toronto was very pleasant. The Air Canada flight was more than half empty, leaving plenty of space…