So, in the morning we went around the sites near Creel including Valley of the Frogs and Mushrooms, San Ignacio Mission Church, Cueva de Sebastian and Lago Arareko. We bought a few things of the Raramuri people, then went to Cascada Cusarare.  We went to the first entrance (we didn't realise there was another further along the road until later), which meant we had to walk down the river for 3km.  Despite the trek in the heat is was actually really tranquil and beautiful. The waterfall itself was quite impressive too, but the surroundings really made it worth it.  Finally, we thought we were having a stress free day and getting back on track with the intinerary.  Then things went really wrong...

Upon driving away from the waterfall, we went past the lake again (were all the Raramuri people were based) and suddenly a little boy ran out in front of the car.  Unfortunately, we hit the child, despite Gwyn's attempts at trying to swerve away from him. I immediately ran out and saw the boy lying 2 metres behind the van bleeding from his head; Gwyn froze in his seat in shock. At first the boy wasn't moving, but I gently shook him and he started to cry.  A relief - at least he was conscious and breathing. I shouted for help and got a local person to ring for an ambulance, whilst Gwyn got the first aid box.  The poor thing was pretty useless.  People finally came over to help, but they wanted to move the boy and I didn't want to until the ambulance came, in case he had more severe injuries. There was shouting in Spanish, whilst I tried to clean the injured area with water, put a pad down and bandaged it around his head, hoping the pressure would control the bleeding. By this time, his mother came over and picked him up.  A police car came and took them to the hospital. Another police car came and told us we had to stay. Gwyn was being detained as he was the driver and had to go in the police car.  In Mexico, the law stands that one is guilty until proven innocent.  Ridiculous logic.

I went with the campervan as that had to be towed away (despite the fact it was driveable).  It was then impounded.  This is apparently standard procedure when a vehicle is involved in an accident.   I took out the most expensive items in the van and went to the nearest police station in the hope Gwyn would be there.  Gwyn on the other hand was immediately placed in jail, without giving a statement or read any of rights.  After checking he alright (although how else is he honestly going to feel?!) I went to the a Casa to get wifi. I managed to contact Gwyn's holiday insurance, but they informed me that they don't insure accidents caused by a vehicle and separate motor insurance would cover this. Gwyn had no idea if the vehicle permit upon entering Mexico provided insurance, which I suspected didn't. This was seriously worrying, as we would have to pay for all expenses. This could be thousands, and givne we were in Mexico, any magic number could be conjured up.  I met a man at the Casa, called Mario, who offered to help as he spoke some English, so could translate. He rang the hospital for an update on the boy and the mother confirmed that he was 'fine' (serious head injuries, but he'd live) and he would likely stay in hospital for several days. We were relieved, as that meant Gwyn would not be transferred to a main prison indefinitely (I'm talking years).

Crucially, she also said that it was an accident and it was not Gwyn's fault. This was now 8pm at night. Despite all this, Gwyn had to remain in the jail overnight. It was absolutely disgusting, damp, extremely cold, dark and he was offered no food, water or bed. He slept on the floor, against the bars, with a blanket I got from Mario.

The translator the police provided was utterly useless and more corrupt than the police officers, who kept asking for money for different things eg hospital fees. NB It's free in Mexico for children. They also asked for 'assistance fees', deposit, towing fees, etc. I refused and informed them I was contacting the embassy for assistance. 

I then tried to ring the UK embassy in Mexico, but its opening hours were only 8am-5pm. Mario and I went to get Gwyn some good and water. I can't describe to you how pungent the smell in the jail was. It had a strong aroma of urine and faeces. I was worried about Gwyn's health more than anything at this stage, as they informed me he was likely to remain in their for 72 hours. This was a common scenario in a situation like this.  Determined, I knew that plan B and C would have to work to get him out...