I'm back, safe and sound. I'll write about the trip later, including the basketball games, but for now I just want to let you folks know I'm back, without having to do battle with any drug lords (or even mosquitoes). That's me, swimming in a cenote (sink hole). A group of us hiked to this cenote one morning. Flying back on a plane loaded with tourists from Cancun (was Randall one of them?), the pilot flew low the length of the coastline. As I looked at the inviting water and ants in bikinis, I had to asked myself, "And why did I go tramping off in the jungle?" But it was a great trip. The small villages are a treat and Merida is a wonderful city (if only it wasn't so hot in the summer). My favorite new town in Mexico is now Izamal.
PS, you know it's a good trip when you go down below the Rio Grande for a week and don't fell the need to pop a single Imodium AD!