It’s funny, but with a day’s rest I feel like hopping back on the bicycle again. You can only walk around and look at churches and ruins so much, you can only drink so many coffees in small, friendly cafes before you start buzzing like a fridge and pissing like a racehorse.

Found the tourist centre and asked for a ticket for the Oaxaca train. The gentleman at the counter gave me a smile and said, almost a little sadly, that the train hasn’t run for the last five years,

“Ah, but it was very panoramic”.

Puebla is one of the oldest Mexican cities and the downtown is filled with lovely Spanish architecture. The central park has been filled with life everyday, it’s a wonderful city to people watch. I sampled the local speciality for lunch, mole poblano con pollo; chicken covered in a thick chocolate (yes…chocolate) and coconut sauce.

It’s Valentines Day today. Mexicans are so passionate and affectionate, and it’s not just today. Every day I see couples of all ages, young and old, passionately kissing and embracing – it’s wonderful to see and always brings a smile to my face.

I came about an English bookstore by accident, filled with interesting books about art, photography, radical philosophies, anti-corporations and Shamanism. I bought Ernesto Che Guevara’s “Motorcycle Diaries: notes on a Latin American Journey”, wandered over to a nice cafe I’d noticed earlier, ordered a large americano with milk and set about ingesting the book. The coffee was incredibly good and sent my head into a spin that made Che’s adventure even more amazing.