Ate dinner at Curras, a more traditional "in country" Mexican. Started with margaritas and piles of chips and salsa. After browsing the fare, we folded the menus up and I asked the waiter to bring us "good food for four", putting the fate of our meal into his hands.
Turned out to be a good choice. We ended up with four giant plates of food. One was a fantastic slow roasted pork pibil. It was melt in your mouth savory goodness. We had carnitas cooked with coke, milk, and some other interesting ingredients and a pile of tamales. The most surprising was a fish plate none of us would have ordered otherwise. Flaky, moist and buried under a layer of minced garlic, it was an unexpected treat.
From there we headed downtown to a bustling coffee bar, Halcyon, for iced Vietnamese coffee served with sweetened condensed milk. We tried moving the festivities back to camp. Eight hours of riding and pushing midnight lead to some half-hearted revelry and instant sleep.
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