First Days in Mexico

So, we finally made it, and I tell you it's only by the skin of our teeth. So many hiccups - Rosie had no visa despite me calling in advance and enquiring and being told one wasn't necessary. Minor heart attack there. Then a mad dash to the gate with the sign saying 'gate closing.' Another cluster fuck at JFK and made it on to the plane with 4 minutes to spare. We never would have made it on if we hadn't adopted the 'while in Rome' attitude and pushed our way through like a couple of genuine New Yorkers. We have decided to leave our Englishness where it belongs - back in the UK where it gets you nowhere. Although, on our first flight we ordered bottles of wine and the American flight attendant looked at us a bit strange, and as she walked away whispered to her colleague "They're from the UK." We then realised we were the only ones on the flight who ordered alcohol. Boring bastards.

But now we are Cancun in a wicked hostel and have already made friends with 2 Aussies - Simon and Priscilla, and a Norwegian guy that none of know the name of. But we've spent the day together and it seems like too much time has passed to ask him his name. So we refer to him as Mr Norwegian and 'dude' to his face.

Our first day was spent in a bit of a daze, but ended up walking into some little hut with a very drunk and friendly old guy beckoning us in. It turned out to be one of the local bands practicing their reggae. So we stood around and drank beers with them, watching them play We also had our first Mexican spliff handed to us, which made us feel so welcome. We went back to the hostel and drank some more, after which I died a sorry but satisfying death in bed while Rosie continued carrying the torch for the both of us.

We woke up today and all went down to the hotel district where you can get to the beach. Had my first proper Mexican tacos washed down with a corona, and then a Montejo, another local beer. We finally made our way to the beach with the most militant life guard I have ever experienced. We couldn't go too far out, we couldn't go too far either way - I felt like it would have been easier for him to put us on a leash instead of blowing that bloody stupid whistle at us constantly. But the waves were high - it was fun but I feel I exposed more of myself to everyone than I wanted to. But all the girls had the same problem, so I'm sure the blokes were happy enough! We made sand castles - I made a phallic shape, another made boobs, another mayan ruins, another a proper castle.

A bit of site seeing is on the cards tomorrow, but tonight we are going down to the local square to join in the Dios de Los Muertos celebrations. Roll on the adventure!