Having enjoyed a glass of champagne and a chocolate mousse in business class - b******s didn't feel the need to upgrade us even after dropping the hint loudly several times, me and the trouble and strife arrived safely in sweltering Cancun. The heat here is something else and I don't think i have felt anything like this since I was coconut seller growing up on the streets of Bombay. We decided to decamp to a small island off the coast - Isla Mujeres. Arriving over on a large tanker it took me back to the time when the family and I arrived in England all those years ago.

We successfully made our way to our hotel which looks out over the sea and fortunately contains both fan and AC unit and appears to be underground. I have fallen seamlessly into the habit of doing pretty much nothing every day and for those of you that have seen me teach my lessons you will scarcely believe this feat is possible. Evening time brings a short jaunt down to the centre of town which is full of amusing sights and sounds...mostly Americans. However, what is great about these Latin countries is the emphasis they place on the family and their children, and walking through a fun fair at 11 pm the other night, what struck us were the number of families with young children enjoying themselves. The evening was capped by us watching a geriatric game of basketball in the main square which on completion the entire team lit up cigarettes followed by a local rather abruptly stopping us as we walked along the beach (it must be noted that at this point I did surrender my passport, wallet and camera) only for him to point out the giant turtle that had made its way up the sand. I've got to be honest and although I should have been in awe of this natural phenomonen and all that rubbish, staring into the dark and occasionally detecting the odd flapping movement I suspect is rather similar to being in a boarding school dormitory.

Anyhow, must dash more lazing by the pool to do.