Seven hours and two buses down the gulf coast from Poza Rica is the tiny riverside town of Tlacotalpan. It is another colonial settlement and is listed for retaining its traditional character which UNESCO describe as being a fusion of Spanish and Caribbean.
It is certainly very colourful, with low colonnaded houses set in wide streets and painted a wide range of bright and pastel colours.
The town is a small port, once a transit point for goods from inland leaving by sea. Fish is certainly still landed there and the street backing onto the river is lined with seafood cafes and shacks.
At dusk, huge numbers of largish black birds come to roost in the trees in the squares, making an incredibly din. The mosquitos also come out to play. This is the first place where I’ve sat down at a table on a restaurant terrace and had a tube of insect repellent put in front of me along with the condiments.
It didn’t take a great deal of time to see the town, so I was back in my hotel room building Lego models in the early afternoon when the square below my balcony began to fill up with Harley-Davidsons.
Most were driven by paunchy middle-aged blokes in bandanas and accessorised with younger, prettier women. But then I imagine it takes a few years to save up for an armchair on wheels.
My Lego model is based on a few houses rather than one specific building: