...Best in Mexico

Leave San pedro at 8am. Get to belize city an hour later. Make our way through shanti town to the bus station, leave Belize at 10am on the craziest local bus ever. It`s going to Chetamul, the town just across the mexican border. We have to pay 30 belizian dollars to leave their country which i do not agree with but i am in no state to argue. Just after we cross the border at around 3 we get talking to a guatamalen "emo rock" chick called Chloe. She has an aunt in colchester in essex where dan is from. Its a small world when you travel. She is also going to cancun to meet up with her Aunt. We use her spanish to order us burritos and taxis to the next bus station in Chetamul so we can catch a bus to Cancun. She takes dan`s email address. She says it takes around 2 and half hours to get to cancun. We leave at 4.30. We do not get there until 10pm. Chloe goes down in our estimations. We check into our hostel and ten minutes later a small mexican dude called josh (kinda like a club rep) invites us to this huge club on the hotel zone. $40 entry and the bar is then free. We all get drunk and dance to hip hop all night. Josh brings some nice english guys called Jools and Yan with him from another hostel, they party with us and this aussie dude also staying there called Aaron. He is the kind of guy your mum would like and has done a lot of travelling. Dan gets so drunk he passes out on the road in front of the police who just laugh. Six of us get in a four people taxi and go get tacos for post pre lash. We go back to our hostel and all fall asleep until my phone wakes us at 6am from a phone call. I still cant figure out who called.

We go to get burger king for breakfast as its the first thing we see. We sit in there while it rains horrifically for about twenty minutes. We take a stroll down to the beach and chill there for the rest of the day. We bump into josh, aaron, yan and jools and spend some time with them in the waves. Cancun is beautiful but the surf is crazy. I may have sunburned my legs. We decide to all get slot machines tattooed on us in california and talk about ghost stories, politics and religion all night long on the roof of our hostel. Some guy called Hose from Michigan also staying there tells us about how the Mexican mafia owns most of Cancun and how the police force are corrupt. This scares us just in time for bed.


I am still trying to perfect my Bret Easton Ellis style of writing.

Hannah xoxo