Closing my eyes I lay back and relaxed. The voices in the background felt comforting as I settled in for a good night's sleep, glad I was back in my hostel bed.
Moments later I opened my eyes and realised that I was sat on a plane. After a few seconds the cloud of confusion evaporated and I realised I wasn't laying in my hostel bed, I was actually on my way to Cancun.
It's not the first time ‘travel confusion‘ has hit me. I can sit for hours on a bus or train just daydreaming out the window, losing myself in the scenery and drifting away from what's happening around me. Then when I come out of my trance I realise that I'm sat on a train in India with a carriage full of Indian people or laying in a compartment on a Chinese overnight train with 3 Chinese staring at me.
So when I came across this sign during my exploration of Mexico, I thought I was having another one of those moments:
This combined with the fact that hoards of cyclists had taken to the street and some of the roads had been sectioned off, I thought for one crazy moment that I was witnessing the ‘Tour de France.'
But thankfully I was still in Mexico City!