Our cabbie, Sylvestre, collected us on time from the hotel but immediately began apologizing profusely for something that he called 'his wind'.....William raised an eyebrow and I knew I had something in the first aid kit that would help him but soon it became clear - it was his airconditioning system that had broken down. It was the breeziest ride ever - all windows wound fully down, the noise @ 60 miles an hour defied conversation and trucks and cars overtaking us kicked up dust and gravel - most of it landing on us as Sylvestre remained shielded behind his windscreen.
The main road from Merida to Progreso is a real highway - not many in Mexico - and 45 minutes after departing we were entering the outer limits of the town which was brimming with activity - there seemed to be thousands of people everywhere, mobile food stands were creating a muddle of wonderful smells from sweet pancakes, fresh popped corn to barbecues.
Several roads had been cordoned off, making access to our hotel complicated, Police were in abundance blowing whistles, demonstrative hand signals stopping traffic then waving it on as many of the traffic lights appeared to be not working. It turned out that our arrival had coincided perfectly with the annual Triathlon from Progreso to Merida which was to take place next day!
We settled into our room and from the balcony had a fine view of the preparations for tomorrow – music was being played at full volume, commentators were rehearsing their wording, upward of 1500 racing bikes were lined up along the barriers, bikers were adjusting saddles and greasing their bikes working parts - a real party was in swing
With the demise of my camera this video taken using William's Android - production is not great but gives you an idea of what was happening. Try full screen if you can and make sure your sound is on.
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