Friday 18th April 2014
It was dark before we reached 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 a goddamn earthquake. The entire building shook. The ground shifted from side to side. Bits of paint, dust and debris fell from the high ceiling. It measured 7.2 on the Richter Scale. Remarkably, Case slept right through it.
Having survived the quake, 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 (and reasonably earthquake-proof, evidently). 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.
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 WITH MY OWN EYES.
You don’t believe me, do you?
CHECK THIS OUT:
Yeah, YEAH… NOW YOU BELIEVE ME!!!
Three words for you:
MAYAN. FIRE. HOCKEY.
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 kinda just 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 lolly ices…
Checked these beautiful old churches…
Nice one Merida!! I love this town!