Ok, I continue with a completely random note. This is a typical Mexican washroom. Well, not completely typical because it's at the airport and slightly nicer than the average Mexican washroom. But that's beside the point. The central element is the basket which can be found literally in every washroom. Women may be used to the sight of it, however, this is - of course - the men's ("Hombres" or "Caballeros"). The point is that all throughout the country the used toilet paper is not supposed to be flushed down the toilet but thrown into those baskets. Yummy! I should have taken a picture with one of the notices which explain that this has to be done because all the paper would clog the system. Seriously, this was maybe the one thing I absolutely couldn't get used to during all these two weeks. The power of habits. Such a small detail and yet, so hard to get used to. I had to concentrate very hard every single time in order not to forget it - and still if I didn't think about it that one decisive moment the paper always landed in the toilet.. (But nevertheless I fortunately never clogged a toilet. Success!)