Seamus Uno, Insectos Nada

So I've been in rainy Cozumel for a four days now, and I'm just now writing about my experiences, however lacking they might be. I only say this because it has been slightly lackluster compared to my expectations, and i'm bored and slightly depressed about it.

For one, it has been rainy, and when it's not rainy it's cloudy. It clears up, sort of, for about two hours each day and you have to make the best of it or wait until tomorrow. I have been having a bit of fun, though, and it hasn't been entirely bad.

The first night I was here, I was looking to meet a few people. It's hard to meet people here, because there are only hotels and no hostels where travelers congregate. I did manage to meet a group of people from Minnesota, because everyone here is from Minnesota. They were a kind of older group, mid-thirties and above, but I shot the shit with a guy who was cool and reminded me of my friend Nate I had met on my travels in Costa Rica. That was the height of my night, and I passed out watching TV in my hotel room later on.

The next day, I rented a scooter. It costs twenty five bucks, but I paid for all the insurance options, which I didn't need, to save myself the possibility of a hassle and ended up paying forty bucks total. I had a blast on it, even though it would only get up to 80km an hour (trust me, I tried to get it to go faster). I went half way around the island, stopping at a couple of beaches and having a hamburger along the way. I couldn't go all the way around the island, because the only way led to a wet sand road which the moped could not drive on (once again, I tried, and it was a little scary). On the way back, it got really dark as there were no streetlights on the road. It was a newly built road, but there were rocks set up in certain parts to keep cars driving on it, which I had to dodge. I also had to dodge crabs and small insects. The crabs were pretty damn big, but the insects were the really scary part. It's one thing driving at 60km per hour and feeling the little bugs hit you, which stings, but when a something huge smacks you in the side, you think it's something like a bat or a bird or something. I was yelling into the night for thirty seconds before I turned around to find whatever it was that I had bowled over. It turned out to be a huge moth, still laying unconscious in the road, and I snapped some pictures of the beast after proclaiming "You got the fuck knocked out!" I then continued down the road, dodging crabs and rocks when it happened again! at this point I decided to get the hell out of there and go a bit more slowly. I only stopped one more time, to chase a particularly gnarly crab and to take some video of these fireflys I had seen, and then went home and had a shower.

Later on that night, I went out in search of dollar beers. I ended up meeting some locals, who tried to sell me cocaine. I refused, and told them about the coke in Costa Rica, which is ten dollars a gram and pure as snow. The guy silently cursed to himself, obviously wondering why he was in Mexico and not Costa Rica, and then they left. I met some other locals who were actually pretty cool and we went to another bar called "Azucar" to watch some live music. It was pretty cool, and the Mexican band did a faithful cover of "Another Brick in the Wall" by the Floyd. Then we all proved our manhood, I think, by putting cigarettes out of the backs of our hands and then I went home.

Well, I'm sick of typing, so I'm going to get some waffles and go snorkeling! Wish me luck!

Talkin' to ya later,

Seamus