Weng Gus and Platter Pus Go Travelling

Its morning now, after the first night in Mexico.

The people here are really friendly. This hostel is really nice.

After I met up with Naz last night we went downstairs to rejoin the session that Naz was already in. I introduce myself to everyone and I manage to remember everyone’s name! Not bad after pretty much 24 hours of travelling!

One particular person to note is a Frenchman called Damien. He’s a veteran traveller, has 7 years experience travelling! He speaks French, Spanish and English. He is quite a character. Typically French if I dare say that, and very outgoing. Extraordinarily knowledgeable guy. He took me n Naz out together to get some food from a “food court” area nearby. So many choices! Everything is in Spanish but Damien is on hand to translate and explain the dishes.

First thing I ate was a straight up pork burrito muthafucker. The food I enjoy the most back home I had to eat from the original source. 40 pesos which is £2 for a 12″ tortilla burrito. It was, a little, underwhelming to be honest. It was very tasty, don’t get me wrong. But I wanted more meat! Mucho carne poor favor!

I can’t complaint for £2 but I am thinking, I may have to buy £5 worth of food to fill my stomach. Its not the value, its the quantity it buys me.
After we eat we go to the local store to buy beer. Apparently there is a recycle scheme where if you bring a bottle back when you buy beer, you get a discount. We bought beer by the litres. Each bottle was 1.5 litres. Not one each, but we buy to share.

Now read carefully as I’ll only write this once:

A Kettle Chips sized bag of crisps cost MORE than a 1.5 litre bottle of beer!

Big bag of crisps, 35 pesos.
1.5 litre of corona, 29 pesos.

We have a few drinks but I get too tired so I need to retire from jetlag

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.