Leaving Cuicatlan at noon, a few minutes' ride brought us to the station at Tecomavaca, perhaps the hottest of the hot valley towns.
Within it are ruins which have been strangely neglected by all tourists and investigators.

Probably, the great heat has killed whatever little enthusiasm may have been kindled in those who have seen aught of these ruins.

When we reached the station, in the hottest portion of the day, the valley seemed to glow; all looked hot and desolate.

There were no _mozos_ to help in carrying baggage, though the town was fully half a mile from the station, behind bare, hot, sandy hills.

It is one of the poorest and meanest of the Mexican towns.