New York the second time around

Day 1: 15/08/2007

Finally arrived in New York after a 7 hour flight from Liverpool. I was so tired on the plane that I nodded off every 20 minutes or so.

I watched 300, Hot Fuzz and made it half way through Withnail and I. It got me thinking about the drinking game which you can play while watching this film. Drink when they drink. My god, at the rate at which they’re drinking, you would be wasted in about 20 minutes.

I arrived at the airport with a real need to walk around. The hypercondriac in me thought I was getting that Deep Vain Thrombosis thing – lucky for me it turned out to be nothing!

You never guess what happened when I got to the part where you show your passport to the americans – the guy asked me to follow him to a room. My first thought was if he was going to search me? Was it because there was something wrong with my passport? Inside, I was pooing my pants, but on the outside I just played it cool with a nice “Yeah, sure”.

I found myself in a bigger room, all alone. But all my guilty thoughts were for nothing in the end. The guy simply stamped by travel visa and stapled it to my passport, then asked, “How long are you staying for?”

He wrote down the 14th September, then I was free to got. A free man again!

After all this excitement, I then realised that finding a place to stay for the night, was next on my list. So I went in search of a Hostel.

After searching for hostels, pretty much all over the city, I finally found a bed. Everywhere I tried was fully booked except that was for good old Jazz In The City.

Chetumal, Mexico

Chetumal – 10th Abril 2012

Onwards to Chetumal.

This place can only be described as the stop over town. Travelers, the world over use this town just to sleep. Mainly because of the dangers of using the night bus in Mexico and also the close proximity to the Belizian border (20mins). So, that’s exactly what we did. Rather that, than stopped at gun point, just so they can steal my underwear.

The only thing we did here, was walk all over town trying to pay our departure tax. When you travel overland, you have to pay you’re departure tax at a bank.

We ended up running from one end of town to the next just to get it sorted, only to find out the next day that we could have paid it at the border for less. It’s days like these which I hate. Try to do the right thing. Lesson learnt.

On to Belize!!!

Tulum, Mexico

Tulum
8th-9th Abril 2012
From Valladolid came Tulum. This place has Mayan ruins on the beach baby, but i doubt they played beach volley ball like the Brazilians. That’s pretty much it for Tulum, it seemed. We stayed two days, chilling on the beach and riding around on the free bikes, supplied by our hostel, aptly named Bike Hostel. Great name. Screwed if someone stole their bikes though.
If I was around in Mayan times, I’d have lived here. The Mayans built a city right on the beach, then surrounded themselves with a wall. Allowing only two 4ft tall doorways for access and defensive purposes. If an army came, they would be forced to line up to get inside the city. Smart arsed Mayans.
These Mayans predicted that once the sea’s opened up, the world would change. How true it was. The Spanish came from the sea’s, guns blazing killing and demolishing, in a holy way of course, what was left of their civilisation. Even burning their history books and building their own cities on top of the destroyed Maya towns. Oh how their world changed.

Valladolid, Mexico

Valladolid, Mexico

5th-7th Abril 2012

Packed, checked out, walked, boated, minibused (collectivo) and coached it two hours before arriving in Valladolid. This part of traveling is annoying and exciting. Don’t know why. After checking into our new pad, which was pretty nice. An old spanish colonial building with a pool in the courtyard. All for the price of a chinese takeaway or indian if you prefer. Which brings me to my next point, food. Walking around town we found another market. Cheap as chips. This time celebrations for Easter where under way. This market having local musician’s and dancers of la salsa. All I cared about was understanding the food menu, so I can get what the guy next to me had.

The main reason people come to Valladolid is to see the Zaci and Dzitnup cenote’s, Ek Balam ruins and of course, the big one, Chichen Itza. We went to all. The cenote’s for people who dont know, are big holes in the ground, most of the time underground cave’s, filled with water, fish and the odd turtle which i guessed someone threw away. A turtle is for life, not just for christmas, idiots. We have similar one’s back home, just that we call them swimming pool’s, build them out of concrete and usually come with a gym attached.

Chichen Itza on the other hand we don’t have. This is the place you see when something is advertised about the Mayan’s. Amazing place. Coming through the tree’s and into the open space in front, you are hit by the massive stone structure of the Mayan Calendar building. The one that everyone is going crazy about and using as the reason for the end of the world. Which is not true kids. My source’s tell me the calendar complete’s its cycle and begin’s again, which doesn’t mean the end of time or the world. Blame that one on Hollywood.

Being at Chichen Itza, gives you a real sense of how life in the Mayan times was like. They played sports for one, where both side’s would lose. The winners, got their heads cut off and the losers became slaves or used in sacrifices. Imagine how well England would play if they where the only options to choose from. Head or slave?

We took postcard inspired pictures while trying to stay away from the few tourists that where there. One of the advantages of being early. By the afternoon, the place was like Leeds festival, i’m thinking 2005, at the main stage when Marilyn Manson was playing. Way too many people.

Viva México

Cancun & Isla de Mujeres, Mexico

2nd-4th April 2012

The flight over was a big turd. Because we hardly slept the night before, my plan was to use the 6 hour flight, to catch up on some sleep. But the captain alerted everyone on the plane to the bad news, that we were being followed by the turbulance turd. it was annoying, everytime I was just about to fall asleep, that little turd started shaking me awake.

The fun of flying didn’t stop there though. Once we arrived in Cancun, the pilot made another announcement, this time sounding pissed off. the airport authorities in Cancun wouldn’t let him dock the plane and was later told to turn the engine’s off so they could tow the plane instead. While we waited in this confusion the pilot stayed on the intercom to tell us jokes, like; What did the left foot have in common with the right foot? they where sole mates. I was hoping this wasn’t how the rest of the trip was going to be. For now, I’ll mark this one down as a one-off. Maybe I’ll come to eat my words later on, who knows.

After the mess at the airport, we eventually got our bags, then used what little spainsh we knew to get a bus into downtown Cancun. We, well actually Jen had a rough idea how much the bus would cost (50MXP), so when we walked past all the dodgy taxi drivers and even dodgier looking ‘tour’ companies, we could hear all the bullshit prices and stories…“there is no more buses today”, “i will take you for 10USD, each”. 10USD is 130MXP, way more than what we paid for the bus.

Now everyone knows the downside to using public transport, the smell. I’m not saying that this bus wasn’t clean, it was, in fact it’s the best bus I’ve ever been on, thanks ADO. But as we where leaving the bus, one mexican, lets call him Pedro, decided to give us a ‘welcome to Mexico 24hour brewing burrito fart’. Nice one Pedro, that wreaks!

We found our hotel quite easily, checked in and made for a local park, which we read about in the lonely planet. Walking to this park felt like walking down one of those lanes some people have at the back of their house. You know, the dodgy looking one’s with bin bags everywhere. First impressions of Mexico and Cancun downtown…dodgy, sketchy, however u say it, i’m keeping my eye out for dodge balls everywhere.

Anywho, the park was awesome. they sold quesadilla’s for $15MXP (70p). We ate till we where full and checked out the rest of the park. They had stalls of random things to buy (useless for backpackers) and things for kids to do. face painting, go karts, etc.

The next day we made it to Puerto Juarez and caught the boat to Isla de Mujeres (Island of Women). We stayed 2 nights, hiring a moped to do the leg work. Riding around the island, all of 12km, we saw turtle’s and Mayan ruins, which for Mayan ruins, they where pretty crap, nothing like the one’s in the postcards. We chilled mostly, ate some cheap food. We even tried some sea food one night. After seeing crabs in Canada with arms the size of chicken legs, I thought i’d order crabs. Crabs here are rubbish. The stupidest sea animal you can eat. Actual retards of the sea. They gave me 7 or 8 little shits, with hardly any meat on them!! I felt like i’d been fooled – where the hell is the meat?!!. Never again. Land animals only!! Sea food is rubbish, except fish and chips (normal sea food).

I burnt the hell our of my arms riding the bike everywhere. Literally, lobster red, no wait, i’m not even using anymore sea food references. More like an Irishman on the beach kind of red. lol. We’ve all seen them and you know who you are!! My skin’s only now starting to feel better, but peeling like a snake (land animal). By now I was glad to be leaving Isla de Mujeres.

Farewell My Canadian Home

Invermere to Calgary Airport, Canada
1st-2nd April 2012

Started the day being ‘April fooled’ by Jen (the flights had been cancelled). With some last minute packing, goodbye’s at Tim’s and handing over our beloved van, we where off. On the greyhound to Calgary airport, next stop Cancun, Mexico. The only downside was that once we got to Calgary, we had a 16 hour wait. We decided against booking a hotel and chose to join the homesless community and bum it around town, bus station and airport for the last part. We saved $100 CND (60 GBP) and this is just the start. We’ve budgeted around 75EUR (61GBP) a day for the next 5 months, so any savings we can make along the way, will help go towards those nights on the piss and grabbing those greasy kebab’s you always seem to find at the end of the night.