That's How It Happened

I'm back with another miserable Mexico story. Having enjoyed the many splendours of Palenque the GF and I finally got sick last night. No appalling diarrhoea, just endless waves of nausea and crippling abdo pain. We ought to have sat tight at our cosy little hotel, but instead, fixated on a plan known only as "Itinerary 1" we decided to brave a 5 hour coach journey. Little could we guess that the roads would be tiny mountain passes through the rainforest, with hairpin turns, and curdling drops to swirl our precious stomachs. We took turns battling the g-forces in the surprisingly well appointed on-board sanitario. See, travel isn´t all fun and high-jinks.