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Travel Blogs from Cancun
Day 2: The Death of Black Beard
... socializing without being able to participate. Arturo reminded me that is is only my second day here and will one day get there. For now I will have to stick to my few introduction phrases and goodbyes....lol.
Arturo gave me the choice of authentic Mexican or wings/burgers. I want to enjoy the moment, so I chose Mexican. He has a favorite drink called a Michelada. Very spicy and sour taste. A concoction of lime juice and some other ingredients at ...
The Real Cancun
... 30 seconds when it started to rain... and it basically didnt stop the entire time I was on the island. So no swimming for me :(
I grabbed some enchiladas for dinner and spent a couple of hours in a hammock out the back of the hostel before the rain drove me indoors. I called it in early and hit the sack, listening to the loudest thunder I've ever heard rage all night long.
I slept late the next morning, avoiding the downpour and when it finally let up I decided to go find ...
A Conference is a Conference is a Conference
... told me that the resort can handle 5000 people at once. I bet there are another thousand employees. It's quite nice to have no additional charges for anything (you can, I gather, even have a staff photographer haul you out to the beach and pose you and your family in a bunch of shots with ocean background etc.), but the whole thing is such an incredible display of conspicuous consumption, that it's rather depressing. I doubt I could take more than three days of this.
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What a tourist trap, but we love it!
... I started yelling "no..no..no... I changed my mind. I dont want to..." I heard "too late" and I was zipping down with my head upside down. So I gathered the strength to lift my body up and grabbed on to the harnest, the staff who went with me was tickling me to get my hands off again, but I guess I was kicking him to stop. Didn't really remember that until I got off safe and sound and Bruno, the guy who went with me said "farida, look at me.. Do I have a bloody nose from you kicking ...
Goign Loco down in Coco Wrongo
... matt.The next day was a little more active. We made it too the beach, which was surprisingly empty and spent some time with a guy whose birthday it was. We (matt) cooked for everyone and we played drinking jenga which ended with matt arguing with a french guy in which both were too drunk to remember what they were arguing about. The French guy then proceeded to write one of the worst poems ive ever heard about Orla, then reading it aloud for all to hear. ...