Back in Guadalajara, we hit all the main "must-sees" in town, got lost in a rabbit warren market that sold everything ever invented, entered and quickly exited a multi-level shopping mall that only sold jewellery, sampled various tequilas and liqueurs (tamarind liqueur was nice - how have I not had this fruit before?), tried Mexican wine (I think I'll stick to other regions) and walked past possibly more fountains than I had ever seen in one town before. It was an incredible city, one I could see myself living in.

For dinner we had heard that the Chapultepec region was THE place to go for good food, and after last night's efforts we needed to find good food. We didn't have anywhere pinpointed, just the general area on a map. Walking around for an hour and not finding anything resembling a "foodie" region is one way to get the hunger cravings going. All we saw were a few Western-style bars showing various sports, which was not why we came to Mexico. Eventually we located a small, modern Mexican restaurant that looked not too shabby, but by that stage we probably would have eaten the grass on the sidewalk. I devoured a pretty good veggie enchilada in record time. We have no idea what Danny's dish was called, but it consisted of small pieces of pork inside a huge bread roll that was then drenched in a tomato-based sauce. Odd. For all the pros Guadalajara has going for it, food doesn't seem to be one of them. Or more likely, we are terrible at choosing places to eat.