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Day 5 - In search of flamingos ...

We left Merida for a output option but absolutely do: output to Celestun! Initially, as an aperitif, we stop a few times and in Uman, the time to survey the local market, colorful. Part in the open air (including fish ...), a party in a covered stop this market, nestled in a small town is very typical of this province. This is real life people. Tourists or not, anyway, they will continue their day. It wanders almost anonymous ... it's very nice!

After another bus ride, we therefore arrive at Celestun, home to a very large reserve of birds of all kinds and especially flamingos! We arrive near the beach, where we eat elsewhere after the boat ride. Our boats are small, fast. At a rate of eight per boat, we enjoy the ride of several hours under a blazing sun, but the sea air and speed make the difference. Several stops and starts with a bang, and then finally come the famous flamingos!

course, we did not take boats to go try to pet them. It stays inside quietly and we quickdraw cameras. In any case it's a beautiful moment, when the engines shut down. Only us and them. Then on the way home, you might see (stealth) a big alligator and we will make a breakthrough in the mangrove trees and the atmosphere so unique. Like all good things come to an end, we must return ... well, not quite as the south (well to 14h as always) we eat on the beach back to our starting point ... (Seen in the background on the second photo).

After this meal composed entirely of fish and other marine species (and white wine ... Mexican) we take our trusty bus, driven by our loyal Santiago for our last night in Merida, which will again be placed under the sign of Exit night and happy hour or a cocktail bought one free! In short, a wonderful new day at the pace a bit calmer than the previous ones, which is not so bad, especially since the first part of the stay will soon be coming to an end tomorrow it's Chichen Itza which is program!

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They say that in France people do not read, and yet we have now are the best writers! And of all genres, from romance (Stone & Charden ... who himself has confessed that he had nothing in writing Ruquier ...) of the novel River to pull your tears (Nicoletta, Herve Vilard, Jean-Luc Lahaye, Linda De Suza unhappy childhoods) philosophical thoughts (Mireille Mathieu)
Some stand out: Rika Zarai that she is in her 6th or 7th book, after a Natural Medicine (behind second sale the Bible in 1986!) that everyone has caught the bulk (bath seat) Rika finally reveals his memoirs shortly before his stroke, phew!
Amanda Lear who has managed the feat twice out of the same book with different titles (The lover Dali / Dali The Amanda ) and last year "I'm not what you think "we say, well there it is, it takes! No way ... It plunges therefore mythomania and lies ...
Another well-known mythology, our Morizet Cheryl Karen Isabelle, who she did not write his memoirs, (you'd expect, because we are eager to know all the details of her night of love with James Dean, yeah it is more near to it) but advice Beauty with her hilarious personal physician certificate attesting under oath that Ms. Morizet suffered no lift ... Here we touch the abyss ...
Her Sister Sheila finally revealed the truth, yes it was indeed a man! But it was a scoop in a previous life, a Tibetan monk and of course not one of the Magi, the scam would have been too obvious! Sheila then caft throughout the show biz by using nicknames to avoid trial, and delivers a first novel it is suspected that one of his Black Devotion was behind!
Obviously for this kind of books, you need a hook for either seller, so says Patrick Juvet His great love was Jean-Michel Jarre, Nana Mouskouri his father was a bat, Françoise Hardy was the despair of his monkeys ...
Regine talks about his son and the bad mother she was, after (as reported on my Big Nurse) Oute have all of show biz who have slept with (mostly in his dreams) and recounted his childhood, his life , and confirmed its boxes so that it is not Leonardo Da Vinci who invented everything but the Queen of the Night! The Pietre
Julie tells us about his problems of double cropping, Sardou his marital problems, two women and two children at the same time, what health ... The mother Renaud Loulou's emerging in the clouds, it is still well off and what we are fed up, I am informed that a new masterpiece just fallen Catherine Lara, oh yes we thought about it more, she says its exclusive relationship with his violin ...
You'll notice that it would have been quicker to list those who have not yet had the impudence to sell, Mylène, Vanessa, France Gall ... But the most cynical back in Orlando that does has not hesitated to write the memoirs of his sister with highlight on the red headband "My brother you will write my memoirs" Yeah ... regarding disks, I did not see "My brother thou me remix" Sometimes the Fric is not chic ...

Doctor's order's Obviously some celebrities can legitimately claim to write their memories, those who have lived 50 years on stage as Aznavour, Annie Cordy, Marcel Amont.La most other obviously have not written a line, leave only these types of products because they do not know what else to do so or because they were on the rise temporarily and must enjoy it ... (Jordy!) But
; if one is willing to be lenient with them, read a childhood Vartan or Hardy is far from being unpleasant, it is also a population of people who have committed M. .. who have not only cut down trees and polluting the libraries, those of the Reality TV ...Loanna / Miette...Leslie ( My father killed my mother! !)
Emma Daumas, or even the odious Raphaelle Ricchi, Dona Alice's daughter, who was not misunderstood the evil that Tf1 showed on ... And so many others, fortunately most forgotten ...
Ah Les Miserables!

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Day 4 - Agaves, aloes, agaves ...

This fourth day will be permanently placed under the sign of the agave, the cactus famous is the indispensable ingredient of Tequila and Mezcal also (the two main local spirits) but allows for the sisal. Leaving Merida we move towards a real hacienda (abandoned in the '60s and taken over by a German in the 80s) which is located about an hour's drive.

The place is beautifully restored and maintained and the place is full of discoveries! Visit the large property, plant manufacturing sisal, full monitoring of the production chain and its many machines of a bygone age ... Once we embark on two species of rail carts drawn by donkeys. We discover the rest of the property and acres of agave (there are 300 hectares).

halfway to our goal, we make a stop in front of a traditional Mayan cabin (there are still many villages in the countryside). A mini-papi welcomes us to the most friendly of ways. It begins by explaining that he worked in the hacienda in his younger days and he had returned to its reopening in the 80s. Very talkative, he explains the refinements of the hammock (made in sisal) and a bunch of Mayan customs. Moreover, he expressed himself in a Melag of Mayan and English, not always easy to understand, even for our guide who has lived 10 years in Mexico!

After this stop pleasing, we left through fields of agave for the last stop of the morning : The cenote. To make fast, the cenote is an underground area (or sometimes air) which means a rising water table. The cenote located on the lands of the hacienda was about ten meters below ground and did not exceed 5-7 meters deep. The water is of clarity and softness. (Alexandra took the photo above, but do not worry, she then joined me!)


After all these emotions back to the entrance of the hacienda and especially the restaurant area where we will served a meal of high caliber. Everyone has the impression that the more the stay advance over the level of benefits increases!

On the way back we stopped in a small village, walk a little back up in a small house (brick that one ...) with, inside, a pell Post-mell Justin Bieber, wrestlers, religious images, the Jonas Brothers ... Outside, the whole family is at work and weaves hammocks, sombreros, panama ... Obviously, it's time to checkout! Bonus: a presentation of a book adapting the positions of the ancient Kama Sutra sauce hammock!

Back in Merida, direction downtown for a fast discovery (and finding a distributor for tickets!) And a little shopping. Back to the hotel for dinner very rich and very lively: supergroup + + long tables traditional dances! Time management and digested downtown again, and night! Many streets are now reserved for pedestrians, especially since it's the party tonight, a concert (a little bof but there was the atmosphere) attracts a lot of people outside.

The night is sweet, too sweet: it must to drink! We follow the advice of the guide and we stop at the terrace of a bar ... We order cocktails and hop EPs, the party is immediately more crazy! At the beginning we are 6, we draw other members of our group and, hence, others are Mexican garnish terrace empty when we arrived! We delirium well with the server and the kind of singer who "animates" the terrace being forced to sing us a bit of cucarcacha! Nice server brings a dozen sombreros to take pictures! Another great night that ends late in the sweetness of Merida!