So, I've got about a month left now. I'm currently in Monterocco Hostel in Monterrey, spending an afternoon typing infront of a screen in the dark, as I've spent the last few days walking through the parks and city streets of this place, and I'm knackered. Monterrey is definitely one of the better places I've stayed in recently. I remember in Mexico City some yank questioning me with a perplexed look on his face as to why I wanted to travel north. I replied that I wanted to see all of Mexico, but with hinesight I can see what he meant. [View Full Entry]

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I'm one of them people that buzzes off thunderstorms in Britain. There about as dramatic as our weather gets, apart from that bit of snow last New Year which caused central London to completely close down for a month. I always thought thunder and lightning were pretty entertaining, so when someone told me of a tropical storm brewing in the Pacific I was naively excited. That was untill the thing seemed to make landfall on the exact same street as my hotel. In hinesight it was entertaining, the thunder, lightning, intermittent breaks in the power supply. But when you have to [View Full Entry]

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As you've all probably read, the trip up untill this point has been abit of a booze fuelled jaunt around Central America. So, in a faint detox effort, and to learn some much needed Spanish, I've gone back to school :S. I'm in Puerto Vallarta at the moment, a tropical tourist trap on the Pacific coast, packed with pubs, clubs, Spanish schools and the occasional American expat. For the last week I've just been going to classes (Christ, how mature) in the mornings and lazing around on the beach in the afternoons. Someone's got to do it. Apart from an unfortunate [View Full Entry]

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I'm in Guanajuato. It's fucking amazing. You will never see me ever again. Some other cool things happenned in Mexico City, which I'll get to in a sec, but the sheer brilliance of a Mexican university town with 20,000 students and no rules cannot be emphasized enough. 'To party' is a verb and an occupation. It's a business. You can party with anyone in Guanajuato. It's like saying you work with someone. And it might just be the death of me. Mexican Independence Day is on September 15th. I'd heard rumblings that this was something not to be missed, but nothing [View Full Entry]

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Right, sorry about the brashness of this but I've got about twenty minutes on this thing that the hostal claim is a computer to upload some photo's and write something. Right. Where to start. Mexico City has to be the most of it's tits place on planet Earth. Strong words are needed to describe this place so if you're offended by swearing just look at the pictures. My hostal, the Hostal Joven Catedral, is about thirty seconds waklk from the Plaza de la Constitucion, a massive square in the middle of the city bordered on two sides by the cathedral and [View Full Entry]

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