We had hoped to get out of the city this weekend, but were stopped by a party of striking teachers. Even the NUT would never have dreamed of blocking the main motorway into a city so that no-one could get in or out.
Anyway, as compensation and as a treat for Daisy we decide to go to the Parque Infantil on the edge of town. It sounds ideal, but we quickly realise that even the laxest of British parents would find the place a little hardcore.
For a start, instead of being built of childfriendly wood chippings and coloured plastic, the Parque Infantil is made of concrete and metal. The slides heat up as soon as the sun gets on them and Daisy quickly adopts the hard rollerskating park as a good running about place - she's lucky she has any skin left on her knees at all.
What is more, the Parque appears to be built for giant children. The slides are around twelve foot tall and Paul has to go up them with Daisy while I catch her at the bottom. Since she knows no fear she has a great time.
This being Mexico, everyone has their own little business even in the municipal playpark. There's a woman with a trampoline (no net, on the solid ground) which Daisy goes on with Pablo and Itamar. They are too scared to let go of our hands but Daisy likes to scare us.
Then there's the plastic cars with small motors in that can be driven around for ten pesos for ten minutes. Daisy and Itamar demonstrate no aptitude for driving, but Pablo is rather good at it. Daisy makes up for this on the bouncy castle despite the young boy who is determined to hug her to the ground every five minutes.
We return somewhat sunburnt after a few hours in the park of terror. Daisy is exhausted, and so am I.
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