Mexico

Dressing up in Chihuahua.

Across the border from Belize and back into Spanish-speaking territory. It would have been a fairly easy crossing were it not for the fact that our bus, which was supposed to pick us up again after the border, had gone on without us to Chetumal, presumably because us foreigners took a few more minutes than the driver could cope with. We were stranded at the border with no money and no cash machine for 10km, and taxis waiting eagerly to rip us off.