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We found that there was anther much cleaner room in the centre of the house (literally in the centre – none of the walls in this room faced the outside – as such there were no windows – so essentially it was about 3 degrees hotter than any other room in the house – and of course, the fan didn’t work.

We opted to move out of the shed, and into the oven.

We got off the bus, and realised it had taken us to the wrong bus station – we borrowed a Mexican guys phone to text our co-ordinator, emailed her once more, then hopped in a taxi to the right bus station. We sat down on the curb outside the bus station, one bag between us. We managed to hook onto a bit of wifi, and Skyped the co-ordinator. “Sorry, sorry, we thought you arrive tomorrow, sorry Ben and Tamara!! I had so much we could have said to this woman, but we were so happy to see someone turn up, and know that we weren’t going to spend a night on the street with all of Tams stuff, that we just accepted her apology, let her completely off the hook and got into her car and she drove us to the shed we were to be staying in for the duration of the project, where yet another sleeply looking Mexican man was holding some bed sheets waiting for us. No locks, there was a gaping hole in the wall with wooden flaps attached to it that didn’t shut – I think this was intended to be the window.

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Unfortunately, my bag was not keeping quite such a timely schedule, and being the independent, happy go lucky kind of bag it is, it took a few days out to see the sites of Paris. Some time later, a Mexican airport worker stuck his head through the little magic doorway (the one where conveyor belt brings through the bags) and said something in Spanish, we gathered enough from his hand gestures that there were no more bags coming through that little magic doorway today.We reached Mexico some time in the evening, and headed into baggage claim. A short while later, a sleepy looking Mexican man came sauntering over to the crowd of people all looking pretty none-plussed out about the closing of the magic doorway, and pointed us all to a little counter at the back of the room.If you notice the same thing, switch to something really hot!Solicitamos su permiso para obtener datos estadsticos de su navegacin en esta web, en cumplimiento del Real Decreto-ley 13/2012.Tam worked with the babies, I worked with the toddlers. It wasn’t nearly as abandoned as it had seemed at first.

It was definitely a Tam project, but I quite enjoyed it, I even got myself a little girlfriend (she was 3). Every two or three houses, would be a house-store; they had the front door open and some magazine racks on the walls – little shops. This seemingly abandoned place was absolutely buzzing with activity. It was amazing, and the buildings are all painted with fading yet vibrant colours. The death-trap we rode to work each day The central area in Merida (appropriately named Centro) was beautiful at night Tam and another Volunteer hanging out by the pool in the volunteers house.

It seemed this was pretty standard practice hear in Mexico.

He wasn’t in the least bit surprised to see so many people all standing sans-bag.

The cock-up meant we missed our bus to Merida, which was another 4 hours away, meaning we had to get a separate bus into the local town and then onto Merida. So the co-ordinator was already expecting us, but just to give two stressed out travellers more to deal with, they needed to be contacted again on arrival in Mexico. It was a small consolation prize for the loss of my bag, but at least we were going to be comfortable for the next few hours.

At some point we also needed to contact the project co-oridinator in Merida that we were on our way. We found some free internet, and Tam sent the co-ordinator in Merida our arrival time, the co-ordinator replied with further details, we confirmed and then hopped on the bus. We arrived in Merida at 1am, it was clear almost immediately that this was not a rich country. As we grew more and more stressed, we kept trying the numbers in vein, until finally, one of them was picked up.

The circumstances had meant we misjudged it completely. The other volunteers in Merida were awesome too, after our South African tour we weren’t sure what to expect, we met some cool people in South Africa but we met some real muppets as well, that just wasn’t the case this time around. Tam & Fayette getting ready for some good Mexican food!