Got off the plane 2 hours later than my flight was supposed to land. Bit annoyed I didn’t have a window seat as the view looked quite stunning the from centre aisle seat peering over some German kid’s shoulder.

I got off and I started to get serious. Will my backpack be at baggage claim? I kept thinking I need to keep a clean head. No point flipping out now. I was in the queue for immigration and I could the baggage claim just beyond it. The conveyor belt spun and bags started appearing. I keep a watchful eye at all times, tip toeing if I have to, just to get a better angle to see what the next bag is. I pass through immigration, like I would have a problem anyway ha! Then its a waiting game. I don’t speak and Spanish and if I don’t get my bag, its gonna get even more disastrous. The conveyor belt stops a few times, not quite sure why but I see a black bag that might be mine. I go take a look and omg lol its FUCKING MINE! WOOO! All the woes at Heathrow are now washed away. Over the past year or so I have tried to not let stress linger in my head. I’m lucky I’ve done this as if I had worried for 11 hours and didn’t get my bag, I’ll be an emotional wreck.

Happy and excited I have a huge smile on my face. No one knows why but I don’t have the language skills to explain why a British Chinese guy is grinning like a dog on weed walking around Cancun airport. I pass through customs and hope Naz is waiting for me outside.

The exit is literally a massive pavement that lead quickly to a turn in the road with many tourist companies offering their services. I look around and think,

Naz, nay fucking hay bin dow ah?

In English that translates to , Naz, where the fucking hell are you? Looks like I gotta make this trip solo. Gotta get a bus as the hostel is only 100 metres down the road from the bus terminal. I walk down the front of the airport and don’t see any bus stop or anything. Gotta cab it then. I end up getting a shuttle bus with 6 other Mexicans. We stop off at their respective hostels. Huge monumental buildings they were. It made me think, shit, Cancun is too rich for my tastes.

I finally end up at the hostel. As soon as I pull up I can see naz sitting outside with a few other guests. He greets me on the street and go upstairs to the room. I shake his hand and give him a massive hug.

We fucking made it

Just hit the 8th hour on the flight from Frankfurt to Cancun. Feeling solo tired as I’ve had sporadic sleep over the past few days. Also solo hungry as well. Only 1 main meal and a few snacks. I’ve eaten a lot of dairy today as I’ve had no choice. As soon as I touch down I’m gonna get the biggest and dirtiest munch I can find.

I promise my blog posts will become shorter and more concise. I’ve been playing catch up as I’ve been busy and I’m also reflecting on those days a lot.

This morning was a nightmare. A few months ago I got an email from my airline making a change to my flight. Originally I was supposed to go Frankfurt to get a connecting to Cancun but they fucked up as I arrive in Frankfurt 10mins after the connecting flights takes off. So I was put on an earlier flight. So I thought.

I try self check in but it doesn’t work for some reason. So I go to the check in desk to do it the old fashioned way. Phew. I got my boarding pass. Oh wait its for the later flight! And my bag was been checked in and is on its way to the wrong plane!

I go back to the check in desk and ask wtf is going on. Turns out Condor didn’t change my flight details and I had to go to the ticket office to sort it out! I plead my case with the ticket person and she manages to get me on the correct flight. Only problem is my bags. They’re still on the way to the wrong plane! So I go back to the check in desk and get dealt with by a manager. He sorts it out for me so I get 2 boarding passes and he tries to stop my bag from getting on the other plane. Some guy from baggage comes up too. The manager transfers my bags on the system and hopes a baggage handler will get the request in time to change the plane.

So this is the situation I’m in now. I can fly to Cancun and everything goes smoothly and I get my bag. OR I get to Cancun and my bags are still in Heathrow because the bags don’t go on a plane if the passenger isn’t on board. I will only know that has happened if I have no bag in Mexico! I’m trying not to think about the worst case scenario. I’m sitting in Frankfurt waiting for my connecting flight and when I get there I’m gonna get my bag and meet nasty and we’re gonna trek around Mexico and Latin America. Right? RIGHT?!?