After the disappointment of not witnessing my first hurricane; again, we had to hole up in a coffee shop as the storm was ahead of us. This wasn’t an unpleasant experience as I managed to catch up on a few entries in the blog, and mess around on the internet stalking people.
A long day on the road loomed, and we were already behind. We were making for the town of Morelia, as Oda had arranged a couch surfing stay there. The going was slow, as we caught up with the tail end of the hurricane, with some driving rain and high winds hampering our progress.
It wasn’t until nightfall that we pulled into the town, and started to feel the real Mexico. Colonial stone buildings and long, narrow, lamp lit streets greeted us, and I was aware for the first time of a sense of history. We found our host, Andres, in the centre of the town, in a large, student flat. The welcome was warm, as was the much needed sleep.
Storm chasers
After the disappointment of not witnessing my first hurricane; again, we had to hole up in a coffee shop as the storm was ahead of us. This wasn’t an unpleasant experience as I managed to catch up on a few entries in the blog, and mess around on the internet stalking people.
A long day on the road loomed, and we were already behind. We were making for the town of Morelia, as Oda had arranged a couch surfing stay there. The going was slow, as we caught up with the tail end of the hurricane, with some driving rain and high winds hampering our progress.
It wasn’t until nightfall that we pulled into the town, and started to feel the real Mexico. Colonial stone buildings and long, narrow, lamp lit streets greeted us, and I was aware for the first time of a sense of history. We found our host, Andres, in the centre of the town, in a large, student flat. The welcome was warm, as was the much needed sleep.