Mexico

New Years Eve in Cancun wasnt exactly how I expected it to be, though it was still entertaining.

The crazyness is expected was confind to the clubs which had entrance fees of 50-150$ which even for all you can drink, I just didnt feel like paying. Especially when I can get 3litres of beer for a buck a piece and get pretty well drunk off that.

So I stayed at the hostel, began drinking on the rooftop terrace around 3, was joined by some other cheap ass backpackers, shared a bottle of tequila with 2 american guys and proceeded to have a very drunken but relatively chill night. Which is the way I like to do things. I went to out to eat with someone and when I came back the 2 other guys had passed out, this was not exceptable behaviour. I decided waking them up before midnight was necessary and what was even MORE necessary was doing so by bursting into their room with sparklers, I grabbed my equally drunk new found friend and we hit the streets searching, at 1145, which is about the time all the firework vendors go home. So unfortunately I just burst into their room, turned on the light and yelled. One managed to get up, the other (that drank most of the bottle of tequila) was a lost cause. We hit the streets of Cancun with beer filled plastic coffee mugs.

The streets were really busy earlier so we figured we´d just wander and stop with a group of people, but NO ONE was around. Strange. Yes. SOOOOO since it was about 4minutes to 12 we headed to a busy street, which was also void of persons. Now it was already 12 but thats not the point here. There was a Israeli Tacos restaurant and I decided THAT was the spot we needed to have our countdown. And lucky for us as we were beginning our fake countdown people from a near by restuarant came out to the street, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and we just joined in with them. Then watched a far too drawn out fireworks show in the distance.

And THAT was my New Years.