Whenever I get off the bus, I have a routine which involves searching our seats with the same vigour that a forensic expert would examine a crime scene (well almost…), followed by a quick one – two check for wallet and phone in my respective pockets. For some completely unknown reason, I didn’t do this when disembarking at Campeche, and moments of panic ensued when I belated conducting the one two check on the taxi from the bus station to the hotel. There was a one, but no two – no iPhone!
The bus had already departed for it’s next stop at Merida, and for all money, I thought my phone had gone for the ride – probably never to be seen again. I rushed back by taxi to the bus station anyway and with low expectations, asked if it had been found. The helpful guy just smiled and said to wait and moments later appeared with my phone. It must have been handed in by the guy who was sitting opposite us after we’d left, for which I am very grateful – not everyone would have done that!
Campeche is a nice-ish place to stopover. It has a pleasant historical centre which has a completely different feel to everywhere we’ve been so far in Mexico; there is no hustle and bustle of collectivos coming and going, no potholes to fall down into, no street vendors and not many people about really either. There are some pretty colonial streets with nicely restored buildings to wander and a nice seafront promenade, but nothing striking about it. It could easily be mistaken in feel for a coastal spanish town.
We didn’t really have much reason to stay, other than to break up the long journey to Merida and we’d scored a good deal at a great little hotel where we hung out during the steaming heat of the day swimming and having school classes for the kiddies.
