Nicole and Ingrid had hoped to spend Xmas-night in a picturesque, small Mexican village. but it turned out differently. They had bad luck with their bikes, twice to be more precisely. They had to hurry to find themselves a place for the night ! For a moment there they agreed to sleep in a police cell.

What was supposed to be a nice, quiet trip on the Mexican roads, turned out into a day full of bad luck. The trailer of the car in front of them got loose and came towards them. Panic ! They drove into the roadside. Ingrid's wheel completely got twisted which caused hours of delay. Somewhat later, fate hit them again. Nicole bumped onto a parked car :
result : broken brakes and chaine. The two had to puzzle for hours to get their bikes back on the road again. What a blessing that we followed a 3-week course at Van Campenhout's, a bike-mecanic. We made it and fixed our bikes !

When they finally arrived in Revolucion, a small village, everyone was at the Xmas table. The village looked so desolate and there wasn't a room left in the hotels. They were down and discouraged by the two accidents they had. So, they knocked on the police officer's door and asked if they could spent the night there. We saw a small police cell, it looked warm and comfortable. We asked the officer if we could spent the night in there. He laughed and assured us that it wouldn't be long before the cell would be crowded.
In no time you will have to share the cell with at least 10 drunken men, he said. He eventually offered us a place at his mother's. Lupa was her name, a very old women with a heart of gold. The only thing she had left was a tortilla with beans. As desert we got a tortilla with chocolate.

After the Xmas mass, there came an end to the peace and quiet ! At five in the morning Xmas songs were sung and Lupa pulled us out of our beds to joint her to church to celebrate Xmas.
When afterwards Lupa started about the high-mass, we literally escaped from the house.....