I actually was excited for my flight. First because I just started to read The Martian by Andy Weisse. Fantastic thriller about an astronaut stranded on Mars.
Eventually I arrived in Cancun and ordered a shuttle to my hostel. It was expensive at $17. Sheesh. But it was 9:30 and I didn't want to figure out the bus system that late.
This is where I was dropped off.
Shady looking street eh?
I had my concerns looking from the outside. I certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. Once inside though, I was warmly greeted and shown to my room, that I was sharingn with 7 other people. Can't beat $11 a night!
An Irish bloke name Dave noticed I was a n00b to the hostel scene and showed me the ropes. Then we caught a bus to the strip in the hotel section of Cancun. A fellow from North Carolina named Kent joined us and we went exploring for a bar. We caught the R1 bus line a few blocks from the hostel to the strip.
As it turns out, Cancun is a Mexican replica of Las Vegas. Every few meters was an hombre trying to hustle us into a bar, a club, or a strip club with the line "you like titties?" Gracias, perro no.
The clubs were pumping music tonight. Too bad it was a Tuesday and no one was out. A number of middle-aged people were at the clubs holding the long balloons, making it seem like the club was raging. It wasn't.
Eventually we found a bar and got a drink. Yay for $6 cerveza. Seriously, I'm spoiled coming from the westc past of the US. It's hard to leave the microbreweries. This is where I decided that downtown Cancun sucks. Expensive, shitty beer for a similar yet not as good experience compared to Las Vegas. At least drinks weren't $15 like in Vegas.
We managed to make it back to the hostel after only 1 drink. Luckily the Irishman knew the bus system.
Time for bed!
June 2, 2015
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