I was the only one in a minibus with driver Antonio (after drivers Carmen and Carlos of previous days) and reliable guide Gaby for my last day in the State of Chiapas. We saw Chiapas des Corso with its enormous plaza and bare Church before taking a boat trip down the Sumidero Canyon. A private boat ride as my flight to Mexico City had been brought forward.

One wore a life jacket as the boat ride could be bumpy, particularly when passing through the wakes of other boats. The canyon is far from being bare rock, there are trees and saguaro cacti occupying slopes. The water level is far higher than it used to because of a hydroelectric dam downstream but it meant our boat ride was possible. There was debris on the river and the boat driver had to periodically clean the propeller.

We saw spider monkeys and pelicans and different kinds of herons and egrets and vultures circling. There was a unique Christmas tree effect of trees and vegetation at the point we turned back where a waterfall cascaded down through the mystic greenness - the wind blew the water into smoke. There was a cave with Roman Catholic images in it.

We reached Tuxtla Gutierrez airport in plenty of time. Gaby helped me check in and then said an emotional goodbye, she even hugged me! I did like her, and she seemed to like being my guide for such a brief time. Tuxtla Gutierrez airport was very nice, clean working toilet, plenty of space to sit and wait, small and relaxed. The announcements were only in Spanish so I randomly joined a queue of people who seemed to be boarding at the gate I thought I should be boarding at. And I ended up in Mexico City. Oddly in these days they handed out peanuts on the flight.

My bag was almost the first off the carousel! A rare event. I chatted with a girl going to London as a nanny while waiting which was pleasant. Juan was waiting for me in the arrivals hall and took me through the awful battle of Mexico City to the Historico Central hotel I was staying in for three nights. I seemed to get away without putting my room card into the slot by the door for power at first. But then embarrassed myself the following day by asking why had my room lost power! The room is nice, I used the safe for the first time I've used a safe in a hotel room.

I hadn't had much to eat all day, but was too tired to go out of the hotel. The best I could do was a chicken breast panini at the 24-hour hotel cafe bar. Not enough so I got a bag of crisps at the wrestling arena. Oh yes the wrestling. I needed to ask the hotel staff for the tickets which had been sent to me there. Juan and his friend Carlos took me to the Arena Mexico for the wrestling show there. We passed a cafe advertising itself as doing snacks and bear. Carlos dropped us off as local gang members controlled parking spaces by the arena charging people to park there. The gangs pay the police off, corruption is rife in Mexico.

The Lucha Libre show was fun. If the Americans copied Mexicans with professional wresting the Mexicans have returned the compliment. We waded through stalls selling masks and arena security and the noise. Juan tipped a guide to take us to our seats, tipping is part of the culture here. The audience is mainly tourists, but there's still good atmosphere and booing and cheering as if it was a pantomime. Who's bad and who's good was hard to work out for me, so the bad guys wore white in the first bout.

Most of the bouts were tag matches, more chance for entertaining mayhem. The skill level increases from bout to bout, the last bout between Mascara Dorada and Angel De Oro was skilful and well choreographed. There was even a womens' tag match with hair pulling and other histrionics.