Faster than you can say

'first class flight'...

...the team

touched down

at Mérida International.

Things were

Looking Good.

Mérida,

one of the most stunning towns in Mexico...

...but our

leading lady

lit the place up.

Like a

Catherine wheel.

We had wardrobe

Hotter

than a Jalapeño pepper.

What could go

Wrong?

The only thing we shot were

dirty Looks

at the sky.

Drip

Drop

Went the

Rain.

Tick

Tock

Went the

Clock.

Then someone turned

Off

the taps and...

Hola

sunshine.

Arriba, arriba!

Ándale!

Speedy Gonzales had nothing on us.

Stop Stop Stop! Now it was the

Policía's

turn to rain on our parade.

Not here Amigo.

Ninguna fotografia!

Didn't take a genius to work that out.

Enter

'The Fixer'

No permit? No problem.

Take your picture with a

Beautiful

girl? Suddenly the long arm of the law was the big smile of the law.

Even the

Bike

was happy.

And

the city

was a wrap.

When dawn broke, we had

24 hours

to spare. What a welcome.

The beach. The blonde. And just a days

Work

away from a chilled beer.

Soon it was too

High

and too hot, even for lizards.

The blonde looked

Cool

in just about everything,
but the shade suited her.

Midday. Only for for

Mad Dogs

and English photographers.

Finally the shadows returned.
Fingers of

Shade

waved cool air, our way.

Snap. Snap.

Snap.

With just hours to spare we were done.

Smiles

Brighter

than camera lights.

Cerveza more welcome than

Sleep

and a chance to enjoy the beach for itself.