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Published: April 13th 2010
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Cancun
Life is tough Its early...5am early and we (Superstar Jeremy who is back for the ride) head to the airport in Jax enroute to Cancun Mexico for 7 days of sun, Xmas, booze AND I get to meet up with Dave (shitlips) Swanson and Simone (NURSO) Franklin. We arrive at the airport a little weary but good and all flights are thankfully on time. By the time we hit ATLANTA its time to throw a football around the airport with everyone in our waiting lounge wearing that look of "I really hope they are not sitting with us". We board the plane and for the next 2Hrs 45mins someone proceeds to fidget the whole flight and after sitting next to wiggly worm for the duration its definitely time to arrive. We arrive in Cancun...all baggage, all transfers, all flights on time and secure...an American first I believe....actually its TECHNICALLY MEXICO.
We arrive at the hotel pleasantly surprised and like 2 kids begin to scope it out. The room is right on the water there are towels folded like animals and the prime centerpiece (while wall mounted to the left) is a liquor cabinet 1 Bacardi, 1 Vodka, 1 Scotch, 1 Tequila....did I mention
this place is all you can eat AND drink...once again all you can drink....anything and everything. After mentally processing this we head to the beach for a quick walk and then proceed to the bar for a beer and wait for Dave and Simone to arrive. Like all Navy reunions its low key..."Hey what's up....Not much....you....not much....great to see you....lets have a drink" and so it began. First night was catching up chatting and drinking and heading in for the night with breakfast plans. We all met up and proceeded to hang out drinking copious amounts of booze and reconnecting.
Next day it was time to head out into town and get a feel for the real Cancun. For most of you its similar to UPTOP. Hawkers trying to sell you everybit of dreadful junk you can imagine...but on the upside it was great for shitty Xmas gifts and spending about $5 per person. A beer in the garden sounded like a good idea and then it was back to the hotel where drinking sounded like a good non plan plan.
By around 1600 Simone and I decided it was quiet time while the boys decided to the
Xmas Party Crashed
Who is that chick at the bottom? contrary. By the time Simone and I returned the waitress was delivering drinks to them every 10mins and they were having a blast. A loud crazy dinner some patrons who had decided to have a Xmas party at the hotel were all greeted by four Aussies in varying stages of consumption. We judged their Xmas hat parade...took photos with them, and I snuck into the group photo right up the front so for their memories they will all be asking the same question "who is that chick in the front?"
The next day was Chichen Itza which means "At the mouth of the well of the Itza". It is a large pre-Columbian archaeological site built by the Maya civilization located in the northern center of the Yucatán Peninsula, in Mexico. The ruins are classified as one of the 7 wonders of the New World (whatever the hell that means). What most tourists try not to do is get drunk before tour day because being hungover on a bus is no fun...silly Aussies. We jump on the bus armed with Ipods and pillows and figure a quiet 2 hr bus ride, a nice nap refresh with some water and good
to go....hell no.
The tour guide jibbers the whole way...then translates whatever he has just said and it continues on for the whole bus ride. Dave who is suffering the most lets out a groan now and then to let us know he is alive and by the time the bus stops tour group goes one way....aussies go the other with our new Canadian friend Tyler who finds our infighting very amusing. A quick swim for Dave a walkabout for the rest of us has us throwing the ball in the parking lot and back ready to go. The ruins are excellent to see and while crowded it could be much much worse. People selling trinkets and useless junk and bartering complete the experience and its been a day well worth it. Back to the hotel a few drinks and its time to retire.
Xmas is upon us before we know it and its time to start the balcony party. We order 6 bottles of champagne from room service and more mixers and the day pleasantly slides away. We exchange stupid crappy token gifts, and a few people are pleasantly surprised. More champagne, swimming and some cocktails which
has become our Mexican escape continues throughout. A final day of 'individual time' sees everyone do there own thing and check out the sites. Jeremy and I decide to play dress ups in one of the stores and then continue on perusing around town taking silly pics...what does one do with spare time 😊
Before we know it our Mexican vacation is coming to a close and we are packing to leave. Simone and Jeremy have a bright idea to get up at 0500 and watch the sunrise. Impressed beyond belief Im still of the mindset I can do this at home from my balcony but nevertheless I do it, grumble and then mumble breathtaking before turning on my heel in search of coffee. We get to the airport and its pleasantly very Un-American and by that I mean easy and efficient and you leave your shoes on! Final snooping around shops and being told by security to stop throwing a football in the terminal we sit and wait for our trip home. While walking in Atlanta airport we see a security guard with a sign in a distance and I joke to Jeremy I bet he is here
Cancun Night
Something about life being tough for you. While joking about which one of us he is going to arrest we are surprised as hell that his sign says Jeremy Wade. We go up to him and he's not overly forthcoming with information, he asks me if we are travelling together and my "not if you have found something in his bag" comment is neither laughed upon or well received.
We get through the terminal with our personal security and he explains the diplomatic passport is flagged. He can't understand why mine didn’t and Im still suss on what Jeremy has in his bag, but we make it through and life goes on. On our final Atlanta Jacksonville leg of the trip we make it to number 2 on the runway then have to turn around after an altercation erupts between 2 ladies in the front of the plane. Its only a 45min flight but after some crazy ass Nigerian tries to blow up a plane days earlier its back to the terminal to remove one painful lady and then in the air. While we are watching Jerry Springer on our plane Dave and Simone are relegated to an unplanned night in Miami due to
American efficiency.
A few days of shopping and sightseeing in Jacksonville coupled with a massive night of drinking with Andy and Leanne would see someone (David) not make it home, end up setting off Andys house alarm, scaring Leanne, unable to find a bedroom and falling asleep on their couch in jocks. The next day was very quiet for some and then it was off to Savannah to pick up Flash Gordon for NYE in Savannah Georgia. As previously blogged Savannah is a great town which I have been to a few times now and really enjoy. Now five of us, we wandered around the place took in some drinking and indulged in the small Southern town bringing in the New Year. Some shopping, 4 different coffees ordered due to a language barrier for Flash...and all of us mesmerized in Starbucks at the 9 beverages for 5 of us ensured a great time. A nice meal and wine to finish the trip would ensure a great holiday and time catching up with my Aussie peeps and would see everyone return home safely and Dave with his bargain ticket go via 8 stops home HAHAHAA. I had a blast for
2 weeks and wont forget the drunk photos, the man with the ridiculous amount of hair, the crazy jubjub photo and Dave carrying a plastic bag for the entire duration.
Feliz Navidad!!!!!
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Eric
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I enjoyed your post. Mexico looks fun. My blog is looking for travel photos, stories, accommodation reviews, and food reviews. If you have the time and have some to share, email us at dirtyhippiesblog@gmail.com or check us out at dirty-hippies.blogspot.com Continued fun on your travels, Eric