With minutes to spare we hop into the very back of a white van, along with 11 other individuals. We’re talking thigh to thigh, cheek to cheek, sweat to sweat contact for 7 hours straight. Ripping on the “highway” through the wild and windy mountains en route to Puerto Escondido with cows and donkeys roadside, centimetres from the speakers blaring Mexican soft rock in our ears. Arriving at midnight, Catherine almost signing us up to stay in an adult solicitation house, we finally hang our hats at the Mayflower hotel. Been here for a few days, soaking up the sun, drinking all the Mezcal in Puerto, with some surfing and splashing on the side.