On the way to the ancient Anztec Capital we stopped off and had tastings of Tequila, Mezcal and other local liquors. Francisco and I continued with the shots while the rest of the bus went shopping - a bad decision in retrospect as within a few minutes we were at the pyramids. With belly full of molè, head fuzzy with tequila I could sympathise with the Aztec's human sacrifices as I climbed the Pyramid of the Sun, the Pyramid of the Moon and dragged myself down the (aptly named) Road of the Dead to the Citadel and the Plumed Serpents (my favorite obviously).
It may have been the hours of watching Espanol Stargate while trying to learn the language - but I swear there was an uncanny resemblance ..
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