They drunk about half a bottle of rum each. It was damn good and cost about five dolalrs from Wal Mart.

---

I have to tell you this now when it is fresh in my mind. I´ve had a wicked night. Today was actually quite dull and at times I was quite lonely. I tried to learn Spanish and had two naps. The heat just makes me sleepy, it´s fantastic. I got a bit lonely so I just went to sleep and felt better. When I woke up, I met this guy called Josh who came to my open door. I had been warned against him, he was a local with very good english who I was told was gay and asked everbody to come out with him. He had already asked me if I wanted to go out the night before and if I wanted to go to the beach today. He said he was going out with some other guys so I went to meet them and they were a group of four brits. One of them, Henry, has just spilt his drink all over the keyboard on his computer.

Anyway, backtracking a bit. I went for a walk with an american guy who taught English here, he kindly showed me around. Not meaning to sterotype americans here, because he wasnñt your average american because he had been here for 2-3 years, but he showed me around and pointed said things like ´down there is a pizza hut´. He told me where practically every fast food joint was. I didn´t really care. But mhe showed me some proper stuff too and we compare constitutions. He told me about the American system of government and I told him about every other system of government in the world. He was an inquisitive guy and it was good talking to him. He told me about Mexican history and stuff, especially with relation to America and Texas. I´ll read it all in the guidebook tomorrow.

Anyway I went out with these Brits. They drunk about half a bottle of rum each. It was damn good and cost about five dolalrs from Wal Mart. I´m going to go to there I think because they have cheap sleavless shirts - three for three dollars or something. Anyway, I had a couple of drinks with them. I had had only a big bag of crisps all day and it was about nine pm so I went for a taco because I had an empty stomach.

I went out with this southern Brits and we went onto the spìte. Cancun is where they film Spring Break on Mtv, it is party central for the yanks. We got the bus into the touristy area (I am staying in the town centre where all the Mexicans who work in the tourist industry live - it´s cheaper) and got out at this club called Basic. It was 40 dollars to get in. twenty quid. That included all drinks. These guys were a little crazy. The less fucked ones are sitting around me talking about steroids. A couple are wasted and have gone to bed and one is missing, they assume he has chacked up with someone he was the most fucked.

We went to this place Basic. It was full of yanks and Mexicans and Brits, quite a lot of Brits. All drinks were included so I got quite drunk. There is no excuse not to really. Most of the others got more drunk however. One guy puked on me and this other guy Jack who was the most sensible. He was called something that began with M. It was his surname. Miller or something (that wasn´t it - he´s gone to bed). Henry was battered and some Geordie swung at Henry according to Miton - that´s the badger- so Milton piled in and tired to punch him. I dont know whether he did or not but I know Jack, who I got on best with, blocked one punch and took it on the chin. He was straight in there pulling Milton back along with Jack, it was wicked. We also all took ot shirts off at some point but all put them back on because there was some trouble and didn´t want to be easily identified. Milton got chucked out and we all left but I don´t mind because I had a fantastic time. All this happened during the wet T-shirt competition. with girls dancing individually around a pole which spirted water. I didn´t get to see much of it. This decedance is wreckless but I enjoyed it all. My friends are all too sensible to get in fights and shit so it was all gravy baby. Rather exciting. I might go out with them again tomorrow night. So much for my relaxing day.

I love you all, thank you for readin my blog. This Josh guy is still here, I don´t know why. Take care ya´ll. This Josh guy is wierd I´m going to go to bed he´s talking ballss.

---

Comments

[Ed's Dad]

stars and sticky strips
Yo Ed. It seems that Cancun is just like they say. Ugh. Anyway something rather interesting has happened and I'm blogging it in case it's of interest to some of your blog-reading mates. Your postcard of the twin towers has arrived (thanks), with an opaque sticker neatly positioned on the front over the second word. I can only think that this is censorship. It's too neat to be a random sticker that got stuck. What IS the second word? ("Enduring xxxxxxx"). I didn't pull off the sticker to find out because (a) it is presumably designed to destroy the surface of the card if you do that (b) it is a much more interesting political momento as it is. Presumably your local store keeper is just selling off old stock and doesn't see the irony, whereas the international mail man has seen this one before and is ready with his stickers. Fair play to him for not just binning the card, as would happen in Cuba. Any of Ed's mates had the same experience with the same card? Take care - Mexicans are fine but watch for those dodgy Brits. dad

[Brian and Eileen Cowen]

Life in Cancun
Enjoyed all your blogs - the US diary made an interesting contrast to Rob's, showing incidents from another viewpoint. Cancun seems exciting but it sounds as though survival may depend on alternative entertainments, sewing, embroidery, cross-stitch or maybe a tapestry of your adventures; the last good one was completed in 1089. Or maybe more blog and less grog! Best wishes! Brian and Eileen PS Thanks for providing Rob with such good company - I am reliably informed that you are more entertaining than a TomTom.

[Ed's dad]

Ignore my postcard comment - I have guessed the word - it's freedom, right Ed? Hence the double meaning you refer to in the card (ha ha, well spotted). So no reason for censorship. The presence of the Twin Towers is irrelevant. Now that I look closely, there are little orange lines on the sticker so I think these must mean "send this one to England" or something like that. Not a politico-historical artefact after all. Damn. I'll keep my conspiracy theories to myself from now on and stay off your blog! At least your friends can now see where you get it from.

[Ed of the Americas]

Enduring Freedom
Yeah it´s freedom and you were the only recipient of that one. I´m leaving Cancun today - I´ve got bored. Going to Tulum. Another postcard I sent had an airmail sticker put on the front when I gave it to the post office. Strange.