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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.
Arriba, arriba, arriba.....Yutacan es fantastico!
Lucian Reed-Drake2006-03-27 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.
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.
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