The First Days of Travel

Hola amigos y amigas!

I´ve started my travels through Mexico and Belize, and have been doing well so far! My flight was horrible, except for one part. When we rose above the fog after taking off from SFO, we were treated to an awesome view; the top of the fog looked like arctic tundra of some sort, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I know I was sleep deprived and still stoned from the night before, but it was truly an awesome sight. I had a horrible time in LAX, as they stole my toothpaste and sunscreen without giving me the option to check my bag. The baggage clerk was fucking rude, and I went and had a chat with her manager about her thievery. Anyway, flights are flights, and they can be good or bad. Enough!

When I got to Cancun, I found a place to stay for ten bucks a night. I thought I would have to pay more, knowing that this is a touristy city and things are generally more expensive in this kind of place. It is a decent hostel, except for the 24-hour bar two floors about my room. It was very hard to sleep the first night, but last night I got really drunk and stayed out all night so I didn´t really notice the noise. There were about fifteen people still up there at dawn, though, but it wasn´t the least bit surprising to me.

Zona Hotelera is a huge party, and I met a couple people and we hung out and got fucking wasted. It was pretty ridiculous, probably due to the fact that I was jumping on giant inflatable beers and unplugging the air pumps that kept them inflated when I was done. It was like the moon jump at the carnival. We left when we noticed that the security guys were radioing their friends, I came to the realization that the people I had asked for permission to jump were actually taxi drivers. I watched UFC at Outback Steakhouse, and then went to a stupid ass disco where we paid 35 dollars to drink all night, and we did. I met some locals on the bus ride home, and bought some weed off them. It was light when I got home, and I passed out hardcore until noon the next day. Weird.

Did I mention the water? The water of the Caribbean is so picturesque, it kinda blew my mind. It is probably the most beautiful water I´ve ever seen; definitely on par with Lake Tahoe. The current is strong, but you can body-surf the inside easily, and I had a blast! I buried my wallet under the sand while I went swimming, and put my clothes on top of it, but forgot to get my wallet when I left to walk down the beach! I walked for about half a mile before I realized I had forgotten it, but when I walked back it was still buried in the same spot. Phew! I did, however, lose my Cerveza de Costa Rica Imperial hat and the large, near perfect sand dollar I had found for Laura, which surely was a lesson in responsibility. I´ll just have to be a little more careful, but I´ve said that before.

Well, it´s almost time for the superbowl, so I have to catch a bus to Zona Hotelera again. Maybe I´ll find my hat!

Forever your´s,

Seamus

My transitional sentences are somewhat lacking when I have a hangover, so please excuse me.