The way out of San Jose

Didn't fancy the half day bus ride, wait for ferry in La Paz, 18hr Cortez crossing, night in Mazatlan, day's bus ride back to Guadalajara so 'booked' a flight back directly to G'ara. Why the inverted commas? Because I did it through the Air Mexicana (Mix-it-kinda) website. Had a little trouble but all seemed to work in the end. Phoned to confirm, belt and braces being my seldom (if ever) used motto. 'No problem Mr Spratt, you're on the flight.' Great! Still had a funny feeling in my gut that I couldn't put down to Roberto Grande's anonymous meat tacos.

Sure enough when I get to San Jose del Cabo airport:

'I'm sorry, we seem to have three reservations for you on that flight but none are paid for. Please go and stand over there in the corner with your head against the wall and mutter quietly to yourself.'

Arrrrggghhh.

Time past. I went from state of annoyance level orange to bloody cross level crimson. The flight was leaving in 20mins and I had made no further headway other than to seemingly don a cloak of invisibility. I really didn't want another night in San Jose and the above mentioned travel epic to deal with. I let rip in a very uncharacteristic and un-British way, not expecting it to help, but at least hoping it would make me feel better. It actually did both. Got on the flight by a whisker. I was heading back to Guadalajara. Marvellous.

Here's a picture of the very welcome and calming 'traveller' imbided on the flight. Love Air Mexicana!