So continuing the saga of the bus journey, for some reason the bus drivers in Mexico are compelled to keep the temperature inside the bus as low as the air-conditioner can possibly go. In our case that meant a four-hour trip in conditions not often seen outside of the Arctic. It was bitterly cold and there was not much to do except peer out at the sun-drenched tropical countryside on the other side of the window. We'll be better prepared for the next journey ...

We made our way to Valladolid on Thursday morning where we were staying for the next 2 days. We mainly chose Valladolid as it was a good base to visit one of the new seven wonders of the world, Chichén Itzá. What greeted us though was a beautiful provincial town with gorgeous cobbled streets lined with sun-splashed pastel walled buildings. We checked into our lovely colonial-style hotel which was similar to a Moroccan riad, before heading out to walk around the...

After a lengthy, uneventful flight we finally touched down in Cancun, where a bar handily placed right by the airport exit door was only too happy to exchange our remaining British pounds for ice-cold bottles of cerveza and agua. We jumped into a shuttle and headed straight for the city of Tulum, about 120km south of Cancun along the Riviera Maya coastline. On arrival we checked into our 'tube' hotel - each room is made from a concrete tube with just enou...

A late night packing (started a little late!) was followed by an early start and saw us battling the Monday morning commuters to get to Gatwick. We finally squeezed on a train from Herne Hill to Victoria......where we then lost each other......and then Keith lost his train ticket! When we got to Gatwick we went straight to a check in kiosk and hurrah the staff travel gods were on our side allocating us seats straight away. All we had to do was print our boarding ...