Walking the walk

Jet lag? Pah, not on our watch. We landed at 4.15am and are just crawling into bed now, some 15 hours later. Completely exhausted but thrilled to be here at last and loving Mexico City already. 

We're here for 5 nights so in an effort to get our bearings we sign up for a walking tour of the historic centre. Very good it was too.

Ridiculously gaudy Catholic Churches, ancient Aztec temples, huge plazas and sprawling parks, you name it we think we saw it. We try to take it all in but the sheer scale of the place means we're probably going to have to take a day or two to adjust. I mean, London's a decent size but this town is something else.

Our guide was top notch (shamefully, I've forgotten her name), young, enthusiastic and clearly very proud to be showing visitors around the city she loves. On finding out we were from London she took great pleasure in telling us that DF has more museums and galleries than any other metropolis in the world. Which if true, is indeed pretty impressive. DF stands for Distrito Federal by the way - none of the locals call Mexico City Mexico City.

Cool font. I can just about remember these games. The altitude made it easier for the long jumpers (thinner air = less resistance = longer leaps, innit). 

The women are very chic but could do with necking a few more enchiladas. 

This bloke is certainly living' la Vida Loca ...4pm on a Friday and he's totally wired.