Room 101

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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 the main government offices. So as you can imagine, it's pretty much the centre of everything. I've been lucky to get five hours sleep since I got here. Not that I'm complaining...

So, day one. I stumble into the hostal, mildy hallucinating after about thirty hours without sleep, and book into room 101. In all honesty I can't remember to much after that, apart from being chuffed at finding a Pizza Hut, but in my dosy state the room number made me laugh at least.

The next day, during breakfast, I catch wind of a trip to the Estadio Azteca being planned by the hostal. Mexico were playing Honduras later that night, and somehow the hostal had got their hands on a few tickets. Well, two minibuses worth. I couldn't think of a better introduction to Mexican culture than drinking for twelve hours and screaming obscenities at people. It was just like home. So, a few beers later we all pile into these minibuses for the Stadium. And the Estadio Azteca is something else. A massive concrete bohemoth which when sold out holds around 110,000. Around 90,000 were around for the Honduras game, but the noise was still incredible. I actually felt sorry for the Honduras team, whose players named were greeted with a collective 'SON OF A BITCH!' when they were read aloud on the tannoy. The goalkeeper got the most stick, with one of the biggest sports crowds on the planet screaming 'man-whore' at him whenever he touched the ball.

I'm cutting this short as I've completly ran out of time, but I'll get back to this story of ale and abuse at some point, sorry!!

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