Our next destination was Tula. Three bridges were washed out on the regular road, so we were forced to take a detour. It was a winding dirt track with at least 10 river forges, but we got there in the end. Tula is described as a ‘pueblo magico’. Arthur, a friendly local school teacher told us that a pueblo magico like Tula was a town earmarked for enough development to bring in tourists. Tula was different from other places we had been to so far. The streets were nicely paved, the roads were good, there were tourist plaques on the older buildings in Spanish and English giving you interesting information about the town. Fortunately for us (and probably unfortunately for the residents of Tula) we were the only tourists in sight. Friendly locals requested our photo in the street, and old ladies seemed amused by my blonde hair, and Evan’s curly hair. We had also arrived just in time for Mexican independence day. The evening was shaping up to be a night of festivities, with dancing, food stalls, a market, a rock band and fireworks. Unfortunately independence day is in the middle of hurricane season, and the heavens decided to open, locals ran for their cars, and we ran for our hotel. |
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