I loved the colourful busses! The guy pedalling us around in the sultry heat was very fit and appeared to be in his thirties. He told us he had eleven children.
I thought that explained the massive overcrowding and poverty that bedevilled the city. I talked it through with him but he did not seem to make the connection.
Our pedalo guy took us along a row of what seemed to be past Presidents.
He was very happy to take us to the museum. He was being paid by the hour. It was an easy hour for him.
Inside we were confronted with the past – real spears and shields, musical instruments and various strange effigies and gods.
Then it was off to the park before heading back to the ship.