Theres nothing more annoying than being at an amazing place such as Chichen Itza and the thing Im dying to get to is the car for the air con. It was the same at Ankor Wat. These are places Ive dreamed of seeing and ended up fairly quickly saying I dont care about these stupid monuments, get me to the air conditioning. So the lovely air conditioned drive to Merida was easy enough until we got into the large town and the roads became pretty chaotic. Our hotel was right in the centre too. When we finally found it, we discovered the parking was in fact so Rob went with the reception guy to the parking lot (car park – Rob) about three blocks away while I checked in. I asked them to give us a quiet room, that I had messaged ahead asking this (which they ignored) and they kindly switched us from a road facing room to one at the back, however it had twin beds. I hummed and hawed for a while before deciding Rob would have to do without his spoonee for the next 4 nights.
quiet (ish) and the twin beds were actually doubles. We then headed out for some dinner. Just before we did though, Rob had a bit of an eye of the needle situation and then said he felt a bit shit, so at the restaurant he had spaghetti alfredo, because Italian food obviously wont poison him. Ok then. When we got back to the hotel, Rob started to feel cold. Uh oh. Then the chills started. So that was him for a good 24 hours having about the worst time of his life. I reminded him it couldnt be worse than our Thailand food poisoning but its hard to remember such things when you feel like youre going to die. He had weird hallucination type things as well and thought the hotel were somehow reading his mind.
I was woken at 7.30am by the cleaners who had decided to sit in the courtyard, directly outside everyones rooms and chat and laugh loudly until 8.30am. So much for the quiet room. Our room was also directly across from the cleaners supply cupboard which they were in and out of constantly. They left their carts there which had their walkie talkies attached
to them, so from then on every few minutes kssshhhhh blah blah blah ksssshhhh So loud! Off I went to reception I just wrote a whole spiel onto google translate and let them read it, explaining Rob was ill and needed to sleep and what had happened noise wise. We will sort that out right now they say.
I left Rob in bed and went out myself. We absolutely had to get a washing done as I was totally out of underwear and as the last washing took two days, I couldnt wait until we had a bit more laundry. Of course it was ready for 8pm that night, tut. I then wandered around in circles, no idea where I was or what direction because I cant read a map to save myself even when its a google map, fully automated and leading me wherever I tell it to. I think I realised a few days in that I had actually walked passed our hotel several times without realising. I even went for something to eat alone. I dont think ive ever done that before. It got me to thinking if I could travel alone, something Ive
always wanted to want to do, but I dont. I hate being alone, sad eh!. The cafe was playing The Beatles so I couldnt help but sing and bop along, so they all thought I was a bit mental too. Mental, loco, lonely gringa , white as a sheet, they thought. I had some tortilla soup which was also mental as I was dying from the heat.
I bought some bottled water and got Rob some electrolytes drink and headed back to the hotel. Rob was still out for the count and not improving much. By around 8pm he managed to get up and we went out to pick up the laundry and get some dinner though. We could see and hear something was going on in the main square. I had read loads of stuff goes on every night in Merida. There was a big crowd of people all standing looking a the nice church and a cordoned off area with bleachers for people with tickets to sit on.
