It was dark before we hit Merida. We found ourselves a rustic little backpackers located in an old pension, but without effective fans the night was sweltering. I was rudely awoken in the morning, not by the dustmen, but by an earthquake. Bits of paint fell from the high ceiling. It measured 7.2 on the Richter Scale. Case slept right through it.
We decided to have a day off from gallivanting around Mayan ruins and instead go gallivanting around the town of Merida. I’m glad we did – the place is wonderful. I found us a new gaff to stay for the night, a nice little hotel on the north end of town, and I even splurged out on AC and a telly that we would probably not even use.
We went for lunch and ordered too much food.
The road adjacent to the main square was closed off and bleachers were being set up – some event going on that evening.
Being Good Friday, I kinda expected it to be a Catholic thing, so imagine my surprise and delight to find that no, we had just found ourselves ringside for THE COOLEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
You don’t believe me, do you?
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Aside from the Fire Hockey, there were traditional Mayan ball games…
And even a wedding!
You’d think it was just good timing, but I swear stuff like this always happens when you’re on the road!
After all the fun of the Mayan games (seriously going to write to the IOC and ask for Fire Hockey to be included in the next Olympic Games), Case and I grabbed some ice-cream…
Checked these beautiful old churches…
And ended up in this pub that had some incredible décor.
Nice one Merida!!