After a long and tiring flight due to delays at Mexico City Airport, the sunny landscape of Guadalajara finally unfurls itself. Sitting on the roof of my current abode with the sun shyly peeking down at my white skin, I feel pretty blissful. My first day proved fairly successful, I seem to be getting around okay with my somewhat embarrassing Spanglish and provided I don't accidentally hand over 400 pesos (about £20) again for a bottle of water, I should easily c...

So I guess the Mexicans share more than just language with the spanish. The culture of ridiculously late eating has also warped it's way into their normalities, or maybe it's just a special airplane treat. Either way, it's just gone 12am and dinner has just been served. As always, relying on airport meals can be risky business, you never know what processed delicacies you might be subjected to, but the hefty supply of free drinks is something to take advantage of...