After a pretty placid flight, a couple of turbulence bumps and not much else, we arrived at PVR. The usual customs lineup and then we moved to pick up the baggage and encountered the "button". Mexico has a peculiar system of allocating random baggage checks. As you show the immigration form to the last guy in the process he says, "Press the button". A light will come on. If it is green you get to leave, if it is red you move to an examining table and another guy looks for contraband. What is contraband is unknown to us. But it is part of the process. A bit like winning the lottery.
The condo we have rented was only about six hundred metres from the airport so we decided to walk. In the sunny weather it was a longer walk than we thought but we made it and went to the place where we had to meet the "owner's rep". He wasn't there but the guy who rented us the condo online - "the pvkid" was. "You must be the Burds." He said introducing himself. He then explained that he was waiting for the rep too. Five minutes later a couple turned up full of apologies and then preceeded to find out how to get in the building. The wife took off and Isaac, the rep, took us to the door he thought would lead to the condo. It was the wrong one and we entered the correct one after a couple of phone calls to the wife.
Navigating the stairs and corridors in the large building led us to #6. It was not a pretty sight. The owner obviously had not had it cleaned since the previous letting. We struggled to adjust and then we cried uncle. Seeing a Comfort Inn right next door we went over and booked a room, phoned the 'pvkid' and let him have it with both barrels. Promising to phone later we went to the room #407. Pvkid phoned, told us that he had arranged a cleaning crew and the owner had agreed that she should pay for our stay in the hotel.
We slept soundly not really looking forward to the next phase - the reentry and rewind to day one
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