Arriba, arriba, arriba.....Yutacan es fantastico!

lucian_rdrake Wyświetlono: 87 razy 2006-03-27 14:09:56

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Hola! from the sunny and sweaty land of Mexico. Its been an interesting, exhilarating and exciting few days on our arrival at this fantastic country. We arrived at Cancun after a knackering 18 hour journey, and were greeted with a swift wave of tropical humidity that hit us like a wet flannel as we sweated our way to the hotel we´d booked. It was a cool, orginal hotel, with its own tropical rainforest festering beside the pool, and air-con the saviour in the unexpected heat atmosphere we were surrounded by.
Hola! from the sunny and sweaty land of Mexico. Its been an interesting, exhilarating and exciting few days on our arrival at this fantastic country. We arrived at Cancun after a knackering 18 hour journey, and were greeted with a swift wave of tropical humidity that hit us like a wet flannel as we sweated our way to the hotel we´d booked. It was a cool, orginal hotel, with its own tropical rainforest festering beside the pool, and air-con the saviour in the unexpected heat atmosphere we were surrounded by.

A couple of Sol cervezas later, it had finally sunk in that we were in a new country, thousands of miles from home, different language, different people and different culture. We were severely jetlagged with our bodyclocks all over the place, so we snuggled down for the night for the start of a journey which would be certainly unforgetable.

Cancun greeted us with cloudy sunshine, but most definitely living up to its tropical sticky climate. We weren´t expecting much from Cancun except a American playground of ´´Spring Break bars and clubs, with the attached line of high rise hotel and touting Mexicanos. It was all true. Club Dady´Os and Cheeky Monkeys
soon reminded us why we shouldnt stay here long, and after a quick deep in the awesome paradisial Carribean Sea, it was not long before we boarded the boat to Isla Mujeres, Lonely Planet´s and (a barrister we´d met from London) big recommendation.

Isla Mujeres is a beautiful and lively little island to get our Mexican teeth sunk into. After arriving at a comfy hotel with air-con force 10, we eventually plunged into the Carribean bath-tub waters once more, amisdt a collection of European touristas on Playa Norte.

Courageously, in jilted Spanish, I asked to play football with the local Mexicans kicking a ball about the beach with their homemade goals and leather-like feet. It was a competitive affair, with me and Dad seemingly the only foreigners playing. I hustled and jostled, and managed to stab a unlikely goal out of something. But, for the rest of the game, Dad and I were panting puppies in comparison with the flair and stamina of our new Mexican amigos.

Our hour of hard-core exercise was self-congratulated with a cool cerveza, then another one. And after a few margaritas later that night, we sampled some fine Guacamole and tortillas and another few cervezas in the
local Reggae bar - where a booming band was inpromptly interrupted by a fire-dancer setting accidentally setting alight the bar itself!

We made amigos with some Swiss guys and they invited me back to the Poc-Na hostel, dubbed the "best hostel in Mexico" by the ever faithful bible that is Lonely Planet. I went for a few cervezas with them, it was a party dancing atmosphere, and quite bizarre in the middle of a tropical playa.

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