From High Up

We were sitting around the table, drinking afternoon margaritas at Hacienda de los Santos, my favorite place in Mexico, when someone exclaimed, “Oh, crap,” loudly enough for everyone to stop their conversations and look up. He came to me to show me the iPad with a “Mexico on edge following drug lord’s killing” title in big letters, accompanied by a picture of a bus on fire.

Some 10,000 soldiers have been deployed across 20 of Mexico’s 32 states to maintain order following the killing of Nemesio “El Mencho” Oseguera in a military operation about 130km (80 miles) from Guadalajara city on Sunday, according to the article.

Schools in Guadalajara and several other Mexican cities were closed on Monday.  At least 74 people were killed, including 25 National Guard officers, in the operation that killed the cartel boss, and the subsequent violence over the killing of the 59-year-old drug kingpin claimed another.

Armed gunmen open fire in Guadalajara airport after drug lord El Mencho was killed by the military, according to the third article.

We were supposed to fly to Mexico City the next day, and then to Guadalajara. For the last 12 years, I’ve been organizing annual Cirrus flying trips to Mexico and Central America, and we have had 12 airplanes signed up. In a situation like this, as with any flight emergency, the first rule is not to panic. Since no immediate action was necessary, I decided to finish my margarita before diving into the news. Apparently, the violence was concentrated in the state of Jalisco, and specifically in Guadalajara and Puerto Vallarta. Mexico City was not affected, so after thoroughly checking, we decided to continue the flight there and figure out Guadalajara later.

Hacienda de los Santos is located in Alamos, Sonora —a place so magical, we keep coming back for our annual Cirrus group flying trips. The Hacienda was crowned Conde Nast Traveller Winner in Mexico back in 2021 and has since won multiple other awards.

A great three-course dinner under the stars, at round white cloth tables, with a local students music group playing Mexican songs, with margaritas and wine was a fantastic way to get to know each other at the beginning of the trip. Jim Swickard, the Hacienda owner, is a tequila collector, so this was not a typical sugar-cane based margaritas, but rather pure agave based enchanting drink.

The city of Álamos itself, founded in 1681, is a living museum of Spanish colonial architecture. With nearly 200 buildings declared National Historic Monuments, it earned the title of Pueblo Mágico, joining the ranks of Mexico’s most charming towns, such as San Miguel de Allende and Taxco. Once the silver capital of the world, Álamos has long been a crossroads for missionaries, explorers, and dreamers—and walking its cobblestone streets feels like stepping back in time.

The flying highlight of a visit to Alamos is an overflight of Barrancas de Cobre, or Copper Canyon, a jaw-dropping system of six canyons carved into the Sierra Madre Occidental. Comparable to the Grand Canyon, Copper Canyon is nature on an epic scale. I was leading the flight of six airplanes and started by heading towards Baseachi Falls, an 800-foot waterfall, before continuing to Creel and entering the canyon, descending below its rim for magical views of its copper-green walls, following Rio Fuerte as it flows towards the Sea of Cortez.

Alamos doesn’t have fuel, and with the Copper Canyon overflight, we needed a fuel stop to reach Mexico City, 700 miles away. Mazatlan is a great beach town, and it also has a very efficient airport. We called a week ahead to ensure they had fuel and were prepared for our Cirrus invasion. The fuel stop was as efficient as it could be in Mexico, where it always involves a review of documents in the commandante’s office, paying landing fees, filing a flight plan, and hailing a fuel truck. Flight plans are filed in person by submitting paper forms that I prepared for everyone. You would be out of luck if you didn’t have them pre-printed, because airports don’t provide blank forms.

Atizapan (MMJC) is a GA entry airport into Mexico City. It is theoretically untowered, but don’t be surprised if you are cleared to land. Oftentimes, you will need to decide whether to land on the upsloping runway 22 with a tailwind or the downsloping runway 04 with a headwind. I contacted the Monarch FBO before arrival, and they put me in touch with Moises Sacal, the CSIP based at MMJC, who helped us immensely prepare for the arrival and was present in the tower to guide us to landing. Héctor Martinez and the whole crew of Monarch FBO were fast, efficient, helpful, smiling, and welcoming. We boarded buses to drive to our hotel, Casona, in the Roma Norte neighborhood.

The next day, we began with a guided tour of the Anthropology Museum, which houses significant archaeological and anthropological artifacts from Mexico’s pre-Columbian heritage. The museum is home to the world’s largest collection of ancient Mexican artifacts, spread across 23 rooms. Some of the most iconic Mesoamerican artifacts discovered to date are here, including the Stone of the Sun (the Aztec calendar stone) and the Aztec Xochipilli statue. Although it was largely insufficient, 2.5 hours was all we had to visit that magnificent location.

After a lunch in Azul Restaurant and a quick visit to the Centro Historico, we were ready to return to the hotel. We made a dinner reservation at Contramar, the famous seafood restaurant, only a 5-minute walk from our hotel. The restaurant lived up to its reputation, the food was fantastic, and although they crammed us a bit around a table, we had a great time.

The next morning, waking up was brutal; the bus picked us up at 5 am for an hour drive to Teotihuacan. Although close to Mexico City, Teotihuacan was not a Mexica (i.e., Aztec) city, and it predates the Aztec Empire by many centuries. At its zenith, perhaps in the first half of the first millennium (1 CE to 500 CE), Teotihuacan was the largest city in the Americas, with a population estimated at 125,000 or more, making it at least the sixth-largest city in the world. Our destination and the reason for the early-morning ride was a hot-air balloon compound, where, after waiting for close to an hour in bitterly cold morning air, we boarded the balloons.

I originally planned to overfly the Teotihuacan site in our airplane, but the balloon is definitely the better way to do it. You float in silence, punctuated only by puffs of burning gas to inflate the canopy, and have the time to admire 360° views around. Balloon operator skills seem unbelievable to this powered aircraft pilot. Without any directional control, they can guide the aircraft to fly where needed and safely land in an open area between houses, trees, and power lines.

After landing and a morning coupe of champagne, we visited the site on foot. We walked the Avenue of the Dead, towards the Temple of Quetzalcoatl and the Pyramids of the Sun and the Moon, which are all laid out on geometric and symbolic principles.

Following an early-afternoon return to the hotel and a much-needed siesta, we met Susana, our guide for the evening and a food journalist, for a culinary walking tour through the neighborhoods of Condesa and Roma to savor unforgettable flavors—from classic street food to bold, innovative creations and celebrated drinks. We started at Maizajo, a Michelin-starred taqueria known for its signature corn tortillas, and continued at Castacán, another culinary wonder from Contramar chef Gabriela Cámara. We ended the evening splitting the group between a wine bar and a cocktail bar.

The following day, a bus took us to Xochimilco, a borough of Mexico City. Xochimilco is best known for its canals, remnants of an extensive lake-and-canal system that connected most of the settlements in the Valley of Mexico. It is variously described as the Mexican Venice, a cultural booze cruise, and even a youth club on water. The gardens are actually called chinampas, and far from floating, they’re islands constructed by the local population in pre-Hispanic times. They’re held together with the roots of trees, so though they’re man-made, they’re created entirely from natural resources.

We spent a wonderfully calm hour floating on a barge along the canals, pushed by trajineros, who used long poles to navigate the shallow waterways, before disembarking at one of the barrios for lunch under a canopy and an interesting lecture on local agricultural techniques and the history of Xochimilco.

After returning to the hotel, we held a group meeting to discuss the next steps. While the US media continued to show and describe dramatic events from a few days ago, in reality, the violence had abated. However, our itinerary included an excursion outside the city to the town of Tequila. It is a very picturesque region, with fields of agave plants, and included visits to tequila distilleries, but it was outside of the city. Since there was still a possibility that cartels might stage road blockages, we decided to change the program and skip Guadalajara altogether.

When planning the trip, we wanted to reserve a table at another famous Mexico City restaurant, Rosetta, but that proved surprisingly difficult. They insisted that the whole group choose one and only one main dish, a requirement that I’ve never met anywhere else in the world. I think they didn’t want to host a group and did everything in their power to discourage us, but it takes more than that to have a group of pilots give up. I booked 6 reservations under 6 false names, each for 4 guests, all at almost the same time. It was fun to find ourselves at the restaurant and exclaim, “What a surprise, Tim!” The dinner was correct but far from as extraordinary as the restaurant’s fame would have you believe.

Before the trip, I contacted Daniel Vogel, president of FEMMPA, the Mexican equivalent of AOPA, and he joined us for dinner at Contramar. Daniel recommended the Casa Madero winery in Parras de la Fuente, close to Torreón. Established in 1597, this is the oldest winery in Mexico, or in fact in North America, and with its own runway. We spent the preceding two days contacting the hacienda San Lorenzo, which is part of the winery, and discussing our possible arrival. This included several emails, phone calls, and WhatsApp messages, but by Thursday, we had everything arranged. After discussing it with the group, the decision was made to fly there.

A year ago, the Mexican DGAC (equivalent to the FAA) decertified almost all untowered airports in the country. There is an obscure distinction between private airports and private airports with third-party services. To obtain that later status, an airport has to apply for a license and pay a fee. Needless to say, the vast majority didn’t do so. While officially, Alamos airport is closed to all except those based there, in practice, flight plans to Alamos are accepted at most airports in northern Mexico. I was pretty sure that Hacienda San Lorenzo (MM37) didn’t have the license, and was thus concerned that we wouldn’t be able to file a flight plan with it as a destination. But then, this being Mexico, anything was possible. Recall that down there, all departures from towered (or pseudo-towered, such as MMJC) airports require a flight plan. Plan B was to fly to Torreon and change it in flight.

Departure from Atizapan on Friday was quite an experience, and we would never have been able to get out without absolutely amazing help from the Monarch FBO.  I do not use handlers or FBOs when flying by myself in Mexico, but with a group, it is practically a must. We first had to drive to the operations office to present all our documents, including the AIU (permit) we obtained in Ciudad Obregon, insurance, airplane registration, airworthiness certificate, pilot certificate, and medical certificate. After a local official verified that, we had to call the Mexico Center to dictate the flight plan. This is similar to what we used to do in the US when filing flight plans with FSS, because Atizapan is officially untowered. At a towered airport, you show the flight plan to an employee in the operations office, who enters it into the computer so the tower can see it. The good news was that no one objected to our destination, so we could legally fly to Parras.

The flight to Parras was just 2.5 hours, and I had an opportunity to do a close pass by another airplane. We agreed to that in advance, and we both got great shots. I jokingly refer to this as “a G3 overtaking a G7,” but, of course, the G7 was flying at a pre-agreed lower airspeed. G3 with a turbo-normalized engine, such as mine, is still faster than G7, just not that much. Landing in San Lorenzo, some pilots had trouble locating the runway; small hills hide the final approach to runway 28.

A dinner at a table outside in the evening, a quiet night with stars and excellent local wines, was magical; we needed an evening of calm after the hustle of Mexico City.

The next morning, the group split, with two airplanes flying back to the US and the remaining ones continuing to Creel, a relatively new airport at the top of Copper Canyon. First, we flew to Torreon, where I pre-arranged handling with the Platinum FBO. I sent them all the documents and our flight plans ahead of time. They pre-filed them before we even got there, and helped the two international flights clear customs and immigration. It was as smooth as I wish all airports were, and reasonably priced, at least for domestic flights.

The airport in Creel was constructed over a dozen years ago, but it was later discovered to be built on native land, and the local tribes promptly sued. The settlement was reached ten years later, and the airport is supposed to attract commercial flights and many more tourists. As of now, there are no commercial flights, and the terminals are empty. They have fuel, but it is not an Airport of Entry; therefore, you cannot fly there directly to or from the United States. It took us a couple of days of emails, phone calls, and WhatsApp messaging to reach the El Mirador by Balderrama hotel and arrange transportation between the airport and the hotel. The hotel is situated in a picturesque location, and seeing the Copper Canyon from the ground level was a whole new experience after seeing it from the air.

To exit Mexico, we flew to Puerto Penasco (MMPE), another airport built in hopes of a major tourist boom and many commercial flights, with none flying there at present. It is a very fast and efficient place to enter or exit the country, and if not for the oppressive heat, it would be a very nice stop.

Our Mexico adventure ended; despite ominous beginnings, we managed to navigate safely, have fun, discover new places, and make new friends. If you’ve never flown south of the border, an organized trip such as ours is the perfect way to spread your wings. We take care of all the logistics, permits, flight plans, set up the itinerary, reserve hotels and restaurants, and arrange transportation and guides, while you enjoy flying.

Trip itinerary

I always loved flying long distances and to different countries. Last year, we flew to Guatemala, so it was natural to look further south for this year’s adventure. Unfortunately, neither El Salvador nor Nicaragua have the tourist facilities that we wanted. Honduras was an option with the island of Roatan, but we ultimately decided to fly to Costa Rica.

ChatGPT says that in Costa Rican culture, Pura Vida is a way of life that embodies a laid-back, positive, and optimistic attitude. It’s used as a greeting, a farewell, a way to say thank you, or simply to express that everything is going well. It reflects a philosophy of enjoying life, being grateful, and staying relaxed, no matter the circumstances. The phrase has become a symbol of the country’s friendly, welcoming vibe and the natural beauty and simplicity of life in Costa Rica. I’ve been to the country three times already, and I can confirm that ChatGPT is right.

A while back, we decided to limit the number of airplanes in our group to 12 to reduce the processing time at airports we land. In 2024, Mexico changed regulations for private flights. Previously, an entry permit was valid until the end of the calendar year; now, it is valid only for 6 months. While previously you were getting it upon arrival, now they want all the documents sent 2 days earlier. Which doesn’t change anything because they only start preparing it once you show up. With typical Mexican efficiency, they don’t publish email addresses where these documents are to be sent. They also began to enforce their own version of APIS, except that they still couldn’t build simple online infrastructure to enter the data. Instead, you are supposed to email a monstrously formatted Excel spreadsheet to a central email address and to local Airport of Entry (AOE). Of course, emails to local AOEs are not published. All of that makes me want to avoid Mexico as much as possible. Unfortunately, our airplanes don’t have the range to hop over it.

Oaxaca

We had participants flying in from the West and East Coasts, so McAllen, Texas, seemed the best place to meet before heading South. We departed from home on Friday morning, to a pouring rain and met part of the group in Sedona, where we spent the night.

There is a great FBO, McCreery Aviation and Cirrus Service Center on the field, and we prefer that town to the alternative, Brownsville. We had only 11 airplanes in the group because the 12^th had last-minute issues that prevented him from participating. Our first stop was Oaxaca, Mexico. One airplane was an SR20, and the pilot felt uncomfortable stretching his range on his first international flight, and rightly so. To help, I accompanied him and arranged for an informal handler to facilitate our entry into Mexico in Tampico. These individuals are present at Mexican airports and charge a $100-$200 fee cash for walking pilots through different offices and collecting necessary stamps. It shows the absurdity of Mexican bureaucracy that something like this is needed.

All the others flew directly from McAllen to Oaxaca. We had a handler in Oaxaca; my previous experiences with group flights there were so bad that this was the only option. The handling costs were quite high for all the paperwork entering Mexico, but they did a superb job of whisking us through the airport, except for fuel. Fuel at most Mexican airports is handled by a government-controlled company, and they are notoriously underfunded. There are no self-service pumps anywhere in the country, and Oaxaca has one fuel truck servicing all of the airport. Given that it takes them about 15 minutes to service one airplane, it took almost 3 hours for all of us to get fuel. All of that under the scorching sun. The handler, Aeorosync, just shrugged at the complaints, “Not my problem.” I tried to explain it was, even if he didn’t have direct control over the fuel, because we were paying him, but the concept of customer service was lost to them. While Oaxaca is a fantastic city to visit and a convenient stop for flights to Central America, this is the last time I will bring a group over there.

We stayed in Quinta Real, which is located in the beautiful Santa Catalina de Siena Ex-Convent, located in the heart of the city. We walked a few blocks to the center, looking for a shop selling mole, and stumbled on a parade. Dinner was in a fantastic restaurant, Catedral, which served a mouth-watering variety of different mole-based dishes. During our previous trip, we were already in that restaurant in 2019, and the food tasted even better this time.

Overfly permits

The following day departure was fast, it was a domestic flight to Tapachula, a small town at the border with Guatemala. It is a sleepy little airport with grumpy personnel. We managed to get fuel and pass outbound immigration and customs checks without having to take our luggage out of the airplane through an ancient X-ray machine.

To overfly Guatemala and Nicaragua, you must apply for an overflight permit. El Salvador is the only country in Central America that realized that overflight permits are useless bureaucratic processes. These countries have no way to verify that the data I submit is correct, that my passenger and I are in the airplane, or even that the airplane is what I say it is. They don’t have the Air Force, so if I choose not to talk to them on the radio or ignore their instructions, there is nothing they can do to stop me from overflying their territory. Still, this is a group trip, and while I might be tempted to engage in such shenanigans while flying alone, I would never put others in that position, so I applied for permits.

I did that two weeks before departure, which turned out to be a mistake because Guatemala permits are valid only for 14 days. It took 3-4 iterations to submit the application and copies of required documents exactly as they wanted it, but I got permits for all the group. For Nicaragua, it was easier; they only wanted $100/airplane for the privilege of overflying their country. The positive side of the experience is that both countries replied to applications within a day and that the permits were valid for outbound and return flights. In case of Nicaragua, it was only for the specified dates, so if you change your mind when you want to fly back, it is another $100.

We had a handler in Liberia, and I highly recommend getting one; even if you fly by yourself, it saves an enormous amount of time. South of Mexico, you are in permit land, all the way to the South Pole, and handlers are essential. Aerologistica provides fantastic service. They waited for us upon arrival; the fuel truck was there; they whisked us through the immigration and customs via crew lines and packed us into buses for a ride to our first hotel. It took less than half an hour from landing to the bus.

Costa Rica

Casa Chameleon at Las Catalinas is about an hour’s drive from Liberia on the Guanacaste coast. It is part of the recent development, including a modern village with shops and restaurants, timeshares and more hotels. Rooms are beautifully appointed, with small private swimming pools. Both restaurants at the property have similar menus, but we also went to the village for a great dinner at Hotel Santarena. Many activities are available, including sailboats, ATV rides, and zip lines, but we opted to simply relax in the hotel and take it easy.

After three nights and two full days, it was time to go. Our next destination, Hacienda AltaGracia, is located in the central part of the country, with jungle and mountains. There is an airstrip next to the hotel, but it is only 1,700’, which I felt was too short for us. Equally importantly, there is hardly a space to park one airplane, let alone 12. The hotel refused to let us land there, and I didn’t insist for the reasons above. If I fly to Costa Rica myself, I will definitely plan to land on that airstrip; it is doable with proper technique. There is a significant upslope, so it is effectively one way in, one way out runway, and once you are on short final, you are committed to land, there is no go-around.

Instead, we flew to Tobias Bolanos or Pavas Airport (MRPV). There are two airports in San Jose, Costa Rica. The main international airport Juan Santamaría (MROC) is not very GA-friendly. Although I landed there in 2022, they were reluctant to accept and provide parking for 12 airplanes. It took over half an hour to hop over from Liberia to Pavas.

This time, we had to wait longer to refuel, and they made us haul the luggage through X-ray machines before we boarded private charter flights to Hacienda Altagracia. We had three Cessna Caravans chartered. It was a short 20-minute flight, and the pilots were very skillful in putting the airplanes down on the short field, having done that thousands of times.

Hacienda AltaGracia is an all-inclusive luxurious resort located in Perez Zeledon canton in the central part of the country. Composed of beautifully appointed casitas, many with a private swimming pool, restaurants, spa, and stables, it is an ideal place to relax for a few days. Many optional activities include horse riding, canopy tree climbing, electric mountain biking, nature walks and hiking in the Talamanca mountains, ziplining, and many others.

February is a dry season in Costa Rica, but we had daily rains, and on the day of departure, it was low overcast with limited visibility. The plan was to board our charter flights back to Pavas, but the charter planes couldn’t land at the Hacienda airstrip in those conditions. After an hour’s wait, when it became clear that the weather would not improve, we had no choice but to board a bus for a ride back. What was supposed to be a half-hour flight turned into 4 four-hour bus ride, putting us significantly behind the schedule.

Acapulco

The departure from Pavas was relatively fast despite this being an international flight, and we launched at about 1 pm for a 3.5-hour flight back to Tapachula. The SR20 didn’t have enough range to fly from Pavas, so the pilot flew back to Liberia to top it off. We knew that Tapachula airport closes at 6:30 pm, in spite of being a mandatory Airport of Entry coming from the South. By the time he was ready to fly out, it was already 2:30 pm, and he had correctly chosen to stay overnight in Liberia. Nicaragua refused to accept his flight plan the next day because his permit was valid for only the specific date. It was too late to request a new one, so he flew G436 airway outside of Nicaragua FIR and outside of glide range to the coast.

Everybody else launched for Tapachula via Managua, but as soon as we were over Nicaragua, we got direct to a fix at the border with El Salvador. We arrived at the destination between 4:30 pm and 5:00 pm, and that is when the fun began. First, the immigration officer told us it was OK to leave the luggage in the airplane, then the customs officer insisted that we bring all inside and put it thru an X-ray machine. When we brought it inside, he promptly disappeared for half an hour. We chased him on the tarmac, and he reluctantly returned to affix the required stamps on our flight plans. It was already about 5:30 pm, so our next leg would be after sunset. Since there is no night VFR in Mexico, we were all filing IFR to Acapulco. This was when the commandante invented a new rule prohibiting single engine night IFR flight in Mexico. There is no such rule, but that didn’t prevent him from researching the topic for another half an hour before finally relenting and stamping our flight plans. We rushed to the airplane and managed to depart, followed by about half of the group. The 6^th airplane received a clearance with instructions to taxi and hold short of the runway, and when he was there, he was instructed to taxi back to the ramp because the airport just closed. The remaining part of the group had to spend the night in Tapachula, and it is most definitely not a town you would ever want to visit.

It was the second time in my 20+ years flying in Mexico that I encountered such bad faith behaviors. I wish I could say, like for Oaxaca, that we will never return to Tapachula, but unfortunately, that is the only choice.

Our night flight to Acapulco wasn’t easy either; we had IMC conditions with icing at 14,000 and lightning around. It was also a very long day, but we arrived around 9:30 pm at a completely deserted airport. We arranged transportation ahead of time; the vans were waiting and hoped on for a 20-minute ride to Encanto Hotel.

We’ve been to Encanto in 2013, the idea was to visit Acapulco, but we fell in love with the hotel and didn’t leave for 4 days. It was designed by a famous Mexican architect, Miguel Angel Aragonés, and is truly an architectural marvel. We planned to visit with our group in 2024, but hurricane Otis devasted the city, and everything was closed. We promised ourselves we would return, and we did. You can still see the damage that the hurricane inflicted on the city, but the hotel was new, and we enjoyed a day of rest. This was the last stop of our trip, and some participants departed towards Texas, while a large part of the California group stopped for another day or two in Hacienda de los Santos. One pilot had to return earlier and flew from Tapachula via Cancun to Key West.

The weather throughout our trip was VFR, except for the night flight to Acapulco. Even there, we could have flown VFR remaining below clouds if it was day. Mexico has become more difficult, bureaucratic, and, in some places, outright hostile. As much as I used to be a chief apologist for Mexican chaos in the past, I now wish we had the range to overfly that country. After 35 hours of flight time and 5,600 miles flown, it was good to be home.

Organized trips like this one are a great way to spread the wings outside our
borders without the stress of dealing with different languages, different procedures and unfamiliar rules. Flying in a group is easier and safer. We communicate on an air-to-air frequency about any unexpected issues, interesting sights or ATC directions. A camaraderie develops during
flight debriefings, which invariably take place in a bar and often persist well
after a trip is completed.

“You entered the country illegally”, said an immigration officer to Amy, when we were leaving the country. Definitely not something you want to hear when departing Guatemala, a small Central American country that our group visited for 6 days.

These used to be Cirrus-only trips, which started as COPA trips, but over time became independent. This year, we had 8 SR22s, two SF50s, and one Piper Malibu. Although Tino, the Piper owner used to fly a Cirrus, so he didn’t feel completely out of place. We limit the group size to twelve airplanes, but the twelfth developed a last-minute medical issue and grounded himself as PIC, which didn’t prevent him from joining us in Tikal traveling on commercial flights. My wife Ania and I organized already 10 of these trips, until then to Mexico, this was our first venture to Central America.

Departure

Our first stop, Tikal is a Mayan archeological site located in the Eastern part of Guatemala, close to Belize. To get there, our group met in McAllen, TX on a Saturday afternoon and departed on Sunday morning for our fuel stop in Minatitlan, Mexico. In January 2024, Mexico changed its entry procedures, which could create significant havoc when a group of 11 airplanes arrives at the same time. Before departure, you must send the required documents to the Airport of Entry. These include airplane airworthiness certificate, registration, pilot and medical certificates, copy of insurance policy, and the so-called LOPA. If you google that term, you will find out that it is Layout of Passenger Accommodations and it is an engineering diagram of the aircraft’s cabin interior that includes, but is not limited to, locations of passenger and flight attendant seats, emergency equipment, exits, lavatories, and galleys. Right, for a SR22! With typical Mexican efficiency, they don’t publish email addresses where this should be sent, you are on your own treasure hunt to find it. In addition, you are supposed to send to Mexican immigration services a monster Excel spreadsheet, which serves as an APIS entry document. And resend it “30 minutes prior to door closed”. I highly recommend joining Baja Bush Pilot or using the services of Flashpass.net to help navigate that madness.

In this case, since we organized the trip, we had a local contact in Minatitlan, to whom we sent all documents and who arranged for the so-called Autorización de Internación Única to be prepared. You would think that since AIU is Unica, it is for one entry into Mexico, but no, it is valid for multiple entries during 180 days. At least for now, it might change by the time you read. While our AIUs were all ready, the handler we used didn’t think about preparing our necessary exit documents since we were only stopping for fuel and continuing to Guatemala. Most countries have a concept of a “technical stop” for refueling, where the airplane occupants do not leave the airport, and which allows to skip entry/exit immigration procedures, but not Mexico. It would be foolish to skip the required administrative tasks and associated fees, wouldn’t it?

Altogether, we spent a little over two hours in Minatitlan and departed for Mundo Maya airport in Guatemala. Most of us flew both legs under IFR, the weather was making it preferable, but one pilot was not instrument-rated and managed to get through VFR. Our handlers were very efficient at Mundo Maya and we breezed through immigration and customs very quickly.

Tikal

Our first hotel was called Las Lagunas and consisted of beautifully decorated individual bungalows on a small lake next to Lago Petén Itzá. We arrived there in the late afternoon and stayed in the hotel for dinner to launch a visit to Tikal the next day.

Tikal site dates back to 1000 BC, at the peak of its glory, around 750 AD, it was home to at least 60,000 Maya and held sway over several other city-states scattered through the rainforest from the Yucatán Peninsula to western Honduras. At that time, “downtown” Tikal was about six square miles, though research indicates that the city-state’s population may have sprawled over at least 47 square miles. Today much of the city is still buried under the forests and overgrowth, but what has been excavated shows an elaborate and huge ancient Maya city with beautiful, crumbling temples and ruins around every corner.

We started the visit at the most spectacular attraction of the city, the Great Plaza, home to palaces, ceremonial buildings, stelae, carved altars, and the two giant pyramids known today as Temple I and Temple II. The magnificent Temple I is 154 feet high, dedicated to Lord Jasaw Chan K’awil who died in the year 734 AD. Also known as the Temple of the Great Jaguar, the impressive structure had its pyramid added approximately 10 years following the death of the king.

Believed to have been erected in the year 700, the adjacent Temple II, known as the Temple of the Mask, was constructed on the orders of Kasaw Chan K’awil. Deciphering the hieroglyphics in the structure, it is believed that Lord K’awil had the temple built for his wife, Lady 12 Macaw, although no tomb or human remains have been discovered inside. Lady 12 Macaw’s pyramid reaches 125 feet to the sky overhead. It is precisely oriented toward the rising sun, giving visitors an unparalleled view of the rest of the city and the surrounding jungle.

With private guides, we toured Complex Q and R, Temples I, II, III, and IV, Plaza Central, Central and North Acropolis, and Mundo Perdido.

Lake Atitlan

The following day, we drove back to the airport and departed for a short 150 nm hop to Aurora airport in Guatemala City, before boarding a bus to drive to Lago de Atitlán as it’s known in Spanish, which is one of the most beautiful lakes in all of Central America and is surrounded by three massive volcanoes – Tolimán, San Pedro, and Atitlán. The lake has an area of 50 square miles, and the color of its waters varies from deep blue to green. Formed approximately 84,000 years ago as a result of a volcanic eruption, it is 4,500 feet above sea level, with a length of 12 miles, and a depth of up to 1000 feet, making it the deepest lake in Central America. The shores of the picturesque lake are dotted with Indian villages, with the main towns Panajachel, Atitlán, and San Lucas.

Aldous Huxley, author of Brave New World wrote in his travel book Beyond the Mexique Bay published in 1934, “Lake Como, it seems to me, touches on the limit of permissibly picturesque, but Atitlán is Como with additional embellishments of several immense volcanoes. It really is too much of a good thing.”

We stayed in Casa Palopó, an exceptional hotel that is part of the prestigious Relais & Chateaux, and had dinner in the hotel.

The following day, we met our private guide at Casa Palopó dock for a boat ride to experience the Maya culture and impressive views the lake offers. We visited San Juan La Laguna, learned about traditional dye with natural colors at the textile workshop, and visited the local art galleries.

Antigua

This was already the fourth day in Guatemala, and we boarded a bus again for a ride to Antigua, the ancient capital of the country. Founded in the early 16th century, Antigua served as the capital of the Captaincy General of Guatemala for 230 years. It survived natural disasters of floods, volcanic eruptions, and other serious tremors until 1773 when the Santa Marta earthquakes destroyed much of the town. At this point, authorities ordered the relocation of the capital to a safer location region, which became Guatemala City, the county’s modern capital. Some residents stayed behind in the original town, however, which became referred to as “La Antigua Guatemala”.

The city was revived in the mid-1800s, as a center of coffee and grain production. Now, the city’s cobbled streets — arranged in an easy-to-navigate grid, with views of the imposing Volcán de Agua to the south and the twin peaks of Volcán de Fuego and Acatenango to the west — are lined with farm-to-table restaurants, contemporary art galleries and design studios. We stayed in one of the best hotels in Antigua, El Convento Boutique Hotel.

The pattern of straight lines established by the grid of north-south and east-west streets and inspired by the Italian Renaissance is one of the best examples in Latin American town planning and all that remains of the 16th-century city. Most of the surviving civil, religious, and civic buildings date from the 17th and 18th centuries and constitute magnificent examples of colonial architecture in the Americas. These buildings reflect a regional stylistic variation known as Barroco Antigueño.

We explored the city with a private guide. The walking tour focused on the city’s history, cultural trends, and restoration efforts. We saw the City Hall Palace, Fountain of the Sirens, Royal Palace, visited San Jose Catedral and its ruins, and learned about Maya archeology at the Maya Jades Museum, completing the tour at the best museums in town at Paseo de los Museos.

The following morning we took a bus for a short drive to Finca Filadelfia for a group-guided visit to one of the oldest and most established coffee estates in Guatemala. We were able to follow the path of the coffee bean from the nursery to a cup and concluded with an educational tasting.

In the afternoon, we had an opportunity to visit Pacaya Volcano National Park and a horse ride up the volcano with a plan to watch incredible views, which unfortunately didn’t materialize due to clouds.

Return

This was our last day in Guatemala, and it was time to launch for a return trip and that is where Amy ran into a snag of illegal entry. My wife Ania who is fluent in Spanish was next to Amy and learned that the problem was that Amy didn’t have an entry stamp in her passport. We called our handler who in turn called people in Tikal, who called the airport there. The immigration people at the Mundo Maya said that indeed, they ran out of ink, and couldn’t stamp Amy’s passport, but not to worry, it was properly recorded in the immigration authorities’ computers. The officer in Aurora didn’t want to hear any of that, no stamp, no entry. That particular dance took about half an hour, at which point everybody was yelling at everybody, and finally the stubborn official gave up.

When you enter Mexico from the North, you don’t have to land at the first Airport of Entry, you can continue to any airport along your route of flight. That is very different when coming from the South, your options are limited to Tapachula and Cozumel, and from where we were, the former made sense. Our AIUs were received without problems, but they still asked us to haul our luggage to the office for an X-ray machine inspection. We arrived on a Sunday and Mexico just started applying special $150 weekend fees for immigration services, despite the airport being open and staffed 7 days a week since the beginning of time.

Our original plan was to spend a couple of nights in Acapulco, in the spectacular Encanto hotel. We made a group reservation and paid a deposit back in September, but then Hurricane Otis ravaged the city in October and destroyed the hotel. Nobody was answering phones or emails anymore, the airport was closed, and it was a disaster area. We made a new reservation at Secrets in Huatulco, which was nice, but far away from the elegance of Encanto. This was our last group stop and after two nights in Huatulco, everybody launched individually for flights back home.

Organized trips like this one are a great way to spread the wings outside our borders without the stress of dealing with different languages, different procedures, and unfamiliar rules. Flying in a group is easier and safer, we communicate on an air-to-air frequency about any unexpected issues, interesting sights, or ATC directions. A camaraderie developed during after the flight debriefings, which invariably take place in a bar, often persists well after a trip is completed.

Hasta el próximo año.

Another year and the 9th trip to Mexico. We planned for 12 airplanes and ended up having that many, in spite of the very untimely AD affecting Continental engines, which caused one participant to drop out. I always encourage people to sign up for the wait list, because we invariably have one or two cancellations, sometimes the week before. This year was not different.

The theme of the trip was Silver Towns and we visited four of them. First Alamos, then Guanajuato, then San Miguel de Allende, to finish in Zacatecas. What an itinerary to accomplish in 8 days! This is truly Cirrus Life.

As is often the case, it didn’t start without troubles. Our initial meeting point was Tucson on Saturday, February 18, for a group flight to Ciudad Obregon and Alamos on Sunday. About 20 minutes from Tucson, I heard a bang and increased noise. After checking all engine parameters and aircraft control, I quickly determined this was a mushroom fairing that detached. I had the same thing happen 8 years ago, although with more noise. At that time it was under the main left gear, this time it was on the right side.

As soon as I arrived in Tucson, I learned that one participant who had arrived earlier on Saturday in Ciudad Obregon had a bad battery and couldn’t start the engine for a short flight to Alamos. Finding a battery on a Saturday evening is not an easy task, unless you know somebody who has it. I was already talking to Roger Whittier about my mushroom fairing, so I asked him if he happened to have a spare battery. He did have it in his hangar in Glendale. The next question was how to get that battery from the Phoenix area to Ciudad Obregon. That turned out to have an easy answer also, because one participant was planning to fly from Phoenix to Ciudad Obregon on Sunday morning. He graciously offered to drive to Roger’s hangar Saturday night to pick up the battery and fly it to MMCN on Sunday. Local mechanic installed it and we didn’t lose anybody from the group.

Alamos

We launched as a group of 9 airplanes from Tucson to Ciudad Obregon on Sunday morning. Two airplanes flew to Alamos on Saturday (one having the battery issue there), and one flew directly from Phoenix to MMCN also on Sunday morning. The flight would be unremarkable if not for overcast skies with low visibility, which forced us to stay low due to icing threats. One airplane, a Cirrus Vision Jet, could safely ignore overcast and icing and flew IFR over the top. In spite of having sent all documents ahead of time to the airport, it still took a bit of time to process everybody, The delay would be completely unacceptable in the US, but it was quite normal for Mexico. Alamos is only about 20 minutes from Ciudad Obregon, a flight we’ve done many, many times.

In Alamos, we stayed in my favorite place in the whole country, Hacienda de los Santos. If you’ve never been there, pick up the phone and make a reservation right away. There is a 5,000′ paved runway in town, and it is only a 20-minute flight from MMCN, or about 2 hours from the US border. The first night we had a rooftop party to get to know each other, followed by dinner with live music both nights. A tequila class is one class that I am proud to have failed to graduate from, so I have to take it each time I am there.

After a day of relaxing, it was time to launch for the flight to Guanajuato/Leon airport, which takes about 3 hours. We stayed under an overcast for the first 30 minutes and then climbed to 14,500′ for a smooth sail to the destination. 

Guanajuato

Approaching MMLO, many of us had a GPS outage, I experienced it with one of the two units, but I already saw the airport and my iPad was still getting GPS reception.

An unpleasant surprise awaited us after arrival. In spite of calling ahead of time to ensure there is enough space on the ramp, we were told to park at the FBO. FBOs in Mexico are relatively new invention, but they pop up at all major airports with an intent to extract maximum cash from all visitors. This particular one did it to the tune of $380 for 3 nights parking without any other services. What is even more appalling is the airport personel that works hand it hand (or perhaps hand under the table) to force unsuspecting visitors to pay these fees.

The city of Guanajuato was worth the visit. We stayed in a small boutique hotel, Casa del Rector with beautiful views of the city, which is laid over hills and still has working silver mines. After a short walk, we were rewarded by a truly gourmet dinner at Costal Cultura Cafeteria.

The next day started with a walking tour of the city, which was very pleasant because the center is pedestrian-only, most traffic is in tunnels beneath the city. The tunnels were initially built to prevent flooding of the nearby Rio Guanajuato from damaging the city, but now they protect it from traffic.

After lunch at Casa Valadez, we took a funicularto the top of the hillside to the Monumento Al Pipila for more views of the city. In the evening, we had dinner at another Guanajuato culinary gem, El Comedor Tradicional,followed by a unique Guanajuato experience, Callejoneada, which is a walking tour of the city accompanied by a group of musicians and artists, who enliven the way with traditional Mexican and Guanajuato music, typical dances, stories, and legends that are told throughout the tour.

San Miguel de Allende

There used to be a dirt airstrip in SMA. Over ten years ago, the municipality decided to pave it, and it is now a nice 4,500-foot-long runway. Unfortunately, as is often the case in Mexico, somebody didn’t pay something, some paperwork was not completed, and some contractors didn’t do the job. The runway has remained closed since. You can admire it on Google Maps, but you can’t land there.

Two buses picked us up at the hotel for an hour ride to visit Santuario de Jesús Nazareno de Atotonilco, which is sometimes called, perhaps with only slight exaggeration, the “Sistine Chapel of Mexico.” After the visit, we enjoyed a leisurely lunch at Nirvana, an oasis of calm and delicious food 15 minutes outside of SMA,

We were originally planning to stay in Live Aqua, a modern hotel near the center of the town. We negotiated and signed the contract, and pre-paid all of the rooms for the group, only to learn that our reservation was cancelled about a week before the departure. To their credit, the hotel helped find alternative accommodations at the Numu Boutique Hotel, a convenient although somewhat bland newly opened hotel that is part of the Hyatt chain. A formal opening ceremony was taking place during our stay there, with numerous officials participating, which I suspect had something to do with the cancellation of the reservation at Live Aqua.

We had a dinner at Terazza 48, the restaurant chosen for the fabulous night views of the city. The next morning we went for a short walking tour of the city with a guide, which was somewhat disappointing. The guide wanted to get over it quickly and wasn’t that interesting.

Zacatecas

It is a short one hour flight from Leon/Guanajuato airport to Zacatecas, but it is a long 1.5-hour bus drive from San Miguel de Allende to the airport, all thanks to the stupidity of Mexican authorities and the closed runway in SMA. We paid the exorbitant parking fee at MMLO and launched. Approaching MMZC we all experienced a GPS outage, It seems that this is a popular setup in many towns in Mexico, and we can only speculate about reasons. In any case, it is best to be prepared with alternative means of navigation and check your iPad; it seems to be less sensitive to jamming than the onboard avionics.

Our excellent guides from Operadora Zacatecas picked us up at the airport and drove us to the Quinta Real hotel. We had dinner with friends with whom we flew together to South America, and we promised ourselves that we would repeat that trip in winter 2024. Last time, we flew as far as Ecuador, our next trip will be the circumnavigation of the whole continent, following the west coast through Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Chile, and Ushuaia, and then returning via Argentina, Brazil, and Caribbean islands to Florida. What a trip!

The next day, we boarded an open-roofed bus for a guided tour of the town. Founded in 1546 after the discovery of a rich silver lode, Zacatecas reached the height of its prosperity in the 16th and 17th centuries. Built on the steep slopes of a narrow valley, the town has breathtaking views, and there are many old buildings, both religious and civil. The historic center of Zacatecas has almost completely preserved the urban design of the sixteenth century, taken as a basis for further development in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. 

After the tour of the center, we drove six kilometers to the town of Guadelupe, known for its silversmith center. We started by visiting the Templo de Guadelupe. and then the Museo de Guadelupe, an old Franciscan church with 27 permanent rooms; that is one of the most important Viceregal painting galleries in Mexico. Silversmith Center has a school for silversmiths and many excellent jewelry stores.

After lunch in a restaurant back in the center of Zacatecas, we drove to visit Mina el Eden, Exploration of the mine began in 1586, forty years after the founding of the city. Its heyday occurred from the 16th to 18th centuries, when production consisted mainly of silver, gold, copper, zinc, iron, and lead. Work in the mine stopped in 1960, due mainly to urbanization, flooding, and its proximity to the city. This original tourist attraction opened to the public in the early part of 1975, with some adaptations such as bridges, railway access, stairs, balconies, lighting, re-enactments of the mining, myths and legends. After exiting the mine, we boarded the Teleferico de Zacatecas, which crosses the city in just 7 minutes and offers one of the most spectacular panoramic views, to end up at Cerro de la Bufa,

Return home

It is 1336-mile straight line from MMZC to KSQL, 7.5 hours of no wind flight time, but we had strong headwinds all the time, so it was in fact 8.5 hours. If you add two stops, including one in Mexico, from leaving the hotel to getting home, it would be a 12-hour day. There was weather in the last 1.5 hours before home, but it still sounded OK.

Other than headwinds, the first two legs went without issue, even the stop in Ciudad Obregon took only about half an hour, those who fly there know it was fast. The last leg was from KCXL to KSQL, about 450 nm, almost 3 hours with 30+ knots headwinds. Weather was fine until Central Valley, but it was supposed to get nasty after Gorman. Ceilings 2000-3000 feet, tops 16,000 and icing starting at 4000. I fly a basic TKS airplane, so I need to treat the airplane as having no icing protection.

Other than headwinds, the first two legs went without issue, even the stop in Ciudad Obregon took only about half an hour, those who fly there know it was fast. The last leg was from KCXL to KSQL, about 450 nm, almost 3 hours with 30+ knot headwinds. The weather was fine until the Central Valley, but it was supposed to get nasty after Gorman. Ceilings range from 2000 to 3000 feet, with tops reaching 16,000 feet and icing beginning at 4000. I fly a basic TKS airplane, so I need to treat the airplane as having no icing protection.

On the ground, I took fuel (why not?), topped off with TKS, and did all of that in rain and cold wind. Sure enough, TKS spilled over the wing, and the fuel hose didn’t want to unwind, so when I finally got back into the airplane, I was cold, tired from a long day of flying, and ground activities. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps it would be smart to overnight in Salinas, but I was so close to home and still within my personal minima. I did that IFR flight from SNS to SQL hundreds of times, I knew I would be OK for the 15 minutes it takes at 6,000, even if I got light ice. I had outs if needed.

That all sounds like a careful analysis, right? Well, I filed, called ground, and taxied to the runway. Or so I thought.

That’s my nose wheel in the mud, I did taxi into the grass area between two taxiways. We left the airplane, drove home (wonderful people at JetWest gave me a crew car), I returned this morning, and more wonderful people at Airmotive Specialties pulled the airplane out of it and cleaned that mud. Only luck prevented any damage.

This incident made me re-evaluate my personal minma with respect to length of light and fatigue. It was very clear to me that fatigue was the main factor in that incident, and I didn’t act on my symptoms.

This was the 8th time we set up a trip to Mexico and it was the most ambitious trip. Close to 2500 miles and it felt double, because my autopilot failed right after departure. Hand flying a Cirrus is not particularly pleasant, particularly for 30 hours. Our first destination was Brownsville TX, where we met most of the group. One participant elected to fly to Merida from Florida directly, but everybody else flew to KBRO. Initially, we were supposed to have 12 airplanes, but one had engine issues a week before departure, so they elected to join us in Merida flying commercial.

We left on Friday afternoon and flew at 17,500 to cross Sierras and landed at the North Las Vegas airport. Vegas is not our preferred location, but it is a convenient stop to spend the night. The autopilot failed during the initial climb and no amount of circuit breaker pulling made a difference.

Saturday morning didn’t start well. First, when walking to the airplane I noticed that I didn’t have my iPhone. A quick look at the Find My iPhone showed it happily travelling on a highway back to the city. I have to give it to Apple engineers that they thought about that scenario when they decided that answering a phone call doesn’t require a passcode. The taxi driver pick up and said he was “super busy” and didn’t know when he would have time to bring the phone back. A quick negotiations reversed his priorities.

Then I got a phone call from one participant, whose airplane sustained damage so much so that he wouldn’t be able to join. At that point, we already passed our cancellation deadlines, so we wouldn’t be able to provide him a refund. However, I planned to negotiate with hotels, hoping to recoup at least part of his cost.

We stopped for fuel in El Paso and after a delicious lunch at a local Subway launched for the 2nd leg to Brownsville KBRO, but not before receiving a message from another participant that his alternator 1 failed in flight. That is a required equipment per the Cirrus Kinds of Operation List, and we thought we would loose another airplane.

Brownsville isn’t much of a town and I don’t think we will choose it again as a point of departure, in spite of its favorable southern location. Neither Uber nor Lyft had any cars, but we managed to call a local taxi company for a drive to a Courtyard. A local Olive Garden was too busy for our group and we ended in a burger joint.

Next day morning departure confirmed that ALT1 was definitely inoperative, but it turned out that the nearby McAllen had a Cirrus Certified Service Center, obviously closed on Sunday, but reopening on Monday morning. The pilot elected to fly there and in the meantime discovered that it was the field current jumper that snapped. A fix would be easy.

Everybody else departed for a three hours flight to Minatitlan MMMT. My usual stop for that itinerary is Veracruz MMVR, but with 10 airplanes, we needed a handler, so that all our paperwork and in particular multi-entry permits were prepared ahead of time. Few years back we didn’t do that and an entry through Oaxaca was taking hours. Assuming 30 minutes for one permit and 10 airplanes, you can easily see how long it takes if done serially. Veracruz handlers were ridiculously expensive, so we decided to switch to Minatitlan.

Passing through 5000′, I saw 40 knots headwind, but at 11,000′ it was only 12 knots. We were above overcast most of the time on an IFR flight plan. 25 miles from Minatitlan tower said “Below 8000, you are in uncontrolled airspace, cleared for VOR/DME runway 10”. Great, but what about that 6000 feet mountain that I could see on the charts? We managed to descend without hitting anything and executed a full VOR/DME procedure, with a teardrop course reversal in actual conditions. I was glad to be proficient with hand flying.

Our handler in Minatitlan did a splendid job and all processing was done in record time, less than an hour for all airplanes. And that is when we learned that the fuel truck was not working. The only fuel truck. A specialist was called and after half an hour, he managed to fix it. In the meantime, , e looked at other options, but we definitely didn’t have enough fuel to get to Merida.

Arrival to Merida was uneventful, we exited the airplane and were picked up by the arranged mini-buses, which drove us to the Hacienda Temozon. A margarita and a nice dinner later, we all went to bed early tired after a long flight.

On Monday a bus picked us at 9 am for visiting of Maya site in Uxmal. It was a 45 minutes drive for a guided tour of the impressively well restored ruins. The site is the most important representative of the Puuc architectural style, which flourished in the Late Classic Period (AD 600–900).

Quite probably this style and the northern Maya lowland culture continued in full vigour for a century or so after the decline and abandonment of the southern Maya lowland centres such as Tikal, Palenque, and Uaxactún. After about 1000, when Toltec invaders arrived in Yucatán and established their capital at Chichén Itzá, major construction in the city ceased. According to Maya hieroglyphic records, however, Uxmal continued to be occupied and was a participant in the political League of Mayapán. When the league ended, Uxmal, like the other great cities of the north, was abandoned (c. 1450). Before abandonment, the ruling family of the city, like the Itzá of Chichén or the Cocom of Mayapán, was the Tutul Xiu.

After visiting the site, we had lunch at a local restaurant and ended up with a Land Rover tour of the plantation and ruins of Hacienda Uxmal constructed in 1673.

On Tuesday, we again boarded a bus, which drove us to Merida, for a short tour of the city. Merida, capital state of Yucatan whose heritage is a rich blend of Mayan and colonial was founded in 1542 by Francisco de Montejo on the remains of the ancient Mayan city, called T’hó, which means 5 in the Mayan language.

In fact, when he arrived, he found 5 Mayan temples surrounding a huge plaza and resembling the Roman ruins of the city of Merida in Extremadura, Spain, and therefore he adopted the same name. Merida of Yucatan. On our tour of the city, we drove along Paseo Montejo, which is a gorgeous tree-lined avenue stretching from the Santa Ana neighborhood ending with the grand and unmissable Monumento a la Patria. The incredible mansions are a reminder of the wealth that was in the Yucatan during the 19th century. At one point Merida was home to the most millionaires in the world, wealth created by processing and export of locally grown henequen, a fibrous plant from which twine and rope are produced. Our tour of the city ended with a lunch at the Kuuk restaurant.

We returned back to Temozon after lunch to rest a little before our dinner escapade to Ixi’im restaurant at the Hacienda Chablé. Overseen by chef Jorge Vallejo (whose Mexico City restaurant Quintonil was named one of the World 50 Best), using organic, seasonal ingredients that are often sourced from the expansive on-site gardens; Ixi’im is lit up like a jewel box at night. Set among trees, the stone ruins of one of the hacienda’s buildings have been attached to a glass dining room lined with the owner’s 5000-strong collection of vintage tequila bottles.

Wednesday was a short flying day. We boarded again a bus, which drove us back to Merida airport. Departure formalities took surprisingly long considering it was a domestic flight and we all had flight plans prepared. A twenty minutes flight brought us the Chichen Itza airport.

No paperwork on arrival, we boarded a bus to drive to Mayaland hotel for a check in and almost immediately returned to the bus to drive to cenote Ik-Kil. It is arguably one of the most beautiful cenotes of Mexico. The waters of Ik Kil were considered sacred by the Mayans who performed here human sacrificing to their rain god and archaeologists found there bones and jewelries.

We returned to the hotel for dinner and then drove for yet another attraction: Noches de Kulkulkan, an audiovisual presentation that describes Maya cosmogony, their particular vision about the origin of the planet and of humanity, as well as the history of this place which is one of the New 7 Wonders of the World. The light show was spectacular, pyramids gleaming in bright colors and ancient silhouettes alive projected on main pyramid side.

On Thursday morning, we departed the hotel for a visit proper of Chichen Itza ruins. Chichen Itza was named a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1988. In 2007, the Temple of Kukulcán at Chichén Itzá has joined such famous architectural wonders as the Great Wall of China, Machu Picchu and the Taj Mahal on the list of the Seven New Wonders of the World. This impressive pyramid symbolizes the grandeur of the Mayan civilization. The greyish white colossus is 30 meters high and has exactly 365 steps to the temple at the top – this was also the number of days in the Mayan calendar.

Historians believe that Chichen Itza was founded and rose to prominence due to its close proximity to the Xtoloc cenote, an underground source of fresh water. The name Chichen Itza is a Mayan language term for at the mouth of the well of the Itza. The Itza were an ethnic group of Mayans who had risen to power in the northern part of the Yucatan peninsula, where the city is located.

After the visit, it was time for another quick flight to Cozumel. Our handler at MMCZ did a great job ushering everybody to exit and calling us taxi. A short ride to the El Presidente hotel brought us two days of sun, beach and do-nothing rest.

On Saturday night, we had a goodbye dinner at the Buccanos Beach Club hosted and invited by a COPA member, who splits his time between Florida and Yucatan. This was the end of the trip and everybody was returning home individually. We chose to stop overnight in San Luis Potosi, we never been to the city and make a second stop in Alamos, to spend a night in Hacienda de los Santos, our favorite place in Mexico.

Remember these problems I had with the magneto? I called the avionics shop who did the work on the airplane before departure and asked them is there anything I could do to debug the issue. They said the first thing they would try is to make sure that the autopilot was properly seated in the tray. Departing Alamos, I pushed the autopilot as hard as I could into the tray and everything returned to normal. 25 hours hand-flying the airplane and I could have loved it by a simple push!