Once again Tom is on the Camino Real, this time via coach. Looking at the distance and presuming the road east of Mexico City would’ve been better than the road west to California he would have been travelling for a couple of weeks at the very outside. He would have been stopping at way stations along the way on this busy colonial road with Puebla being the biggest town on route. This all happens late in the year 1796, I hesitate to say winter because they’re in the tropics and the temperature would have been pleasant for travelling – mid twenties during the day and never getting down to zero at night. However he is travelling as an enemy alien and although treated with courtesy he was, I imagine, under house arrest.

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