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Isla Mujeres.
Got here about half nine at night, fed up, sandy and wanting a bed. We checked into the hostel, and got given our beds, only to find that there was somebody already in mine. After a few trips backwards and forwards to the reception desk, the sound chavo on there was completely baffled, so I offered to wait until the occupant of my bed got back to the hostel and send them to the reception. One angry large american woman and an amused receptionist later. I had my bed. yay!
But we went to eat in a restaurante that gave really stingy pizza portions, and charged the same for aguas as for beers (nearly), but which had comedy waiters who we wound up when they spoke to us for ages in English and then told them we didn´t speak English and could they say it all in Spanish for us... haha.
Then onto the beach bar in the hostel for some, rather unimpressive, traveller dancing and a free cocktail. If you´re not mexican: you just can´t dance.
I headed to my bed (which is really slim and very high, I have to practically stand on somebody´s face to climb up) and to have a shower, as due to the bed mix up, I didn´t get a chance earlier on, and I was FED UP of having sand everywhere. It hurts.
After being woken up at some ungodly hour by a couple of Irish guys who are staying in our dorm and were having some kind of conversation about sharks or something, I managed to get a fairly decent sleep, and then woke up at 7 in the morning. Argh!
Breakfast, a wander round the Isla. Wow, this place is small man. The main street on the north part of the island is like, just for tourists. They sell all the jewelry and tee shirts and plates and ash trays and dresses etc. that you can buy ANYWHERE there is tourist attraction or a beach. I swear, there must be colossal factories churning this stuff out. The zocalo is really ugly. Modern with a fancy fountain, no shade, and nothing there.
BUT the beach is ace! Lots of shade under the palmas, and the sea is mega blue baby. And it is about waist level for like, 500m out, so you can sit and cool off when the sun just gets too much. Wow. Life IS hard.
The only problem is the sand. I now HATE sand. But hey, you can´t have everything.
So, seeing as the town is tiny weeny, I have managed to suss out the cheap but good places to eat (where the mexicans go rather than the foolish toursits hehe), searched everywhere for somewhere that sells suncream for under 7 pounds a bottle (there isn´t anywhere, but I don´t want to burn so...), found THE best place for smoothies in the town and walked up and down the main street about 4 times this evening (the guys hustling people into their shops now know me by sight, and I am now one of their girlfriends after the following remarks.. 1.beautiful lady 2.where are you going 3.do you wan playeras? wha you wan? you wan a mexican boyfrend? and 4.hey, is my girlfriend. I also feel sufficiently aquainted with another lad that I replied ¿qué onda? when he asked me como estas.)
God I´m bored.
Life in carribean island paradise doesn´t have much variety.
And I´m just a bit burnt on the back of my legs so it hurts to sit down. grrr.
Oh well. fiesta later. Hopefully. Sadly, the two french girls aren´t too keen on going in search of a bar where all the mexicans go. Despite them being the best dancers and insisting on buying you your drinks, the frenchies don´t like the ´macho´attitude of the mexican guys. No explanation will do. :(
Tengo... tengo la camisa negra. Lo que pasó, pasó, entre tu y yo.
Monday....
Well. On Saturday, we decided to go esnorkelling. Haha. With a batty mexican driving the boat and a bit more sensible one swimming with us. Lots of peces de colores. Really pretty. We saw barracudas and stuff, although it was a pain being with a group of fat american women who kept kicking me in the face. Grr. Then, some sleeping on the beach and a swim or two, before seafood cena and then some margaritas in the hostel bar. 2 for 2 pounds.
Sunday we spent chilled out waiting for our bus in the evening. Sadly, it rained. Something to do with the fat hurricane or something thats hanging around the Yucatán peninsula atm. But we read and dozed in the hammocks and played with the hostel kitten and watched it bullying piojo the dog.
Then the coldest and noisiest and most uncomfortable night´s sleep I´ve ever had type bus journey, and here we are in Campeche!
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