America tours 1

Ok, so i've absolutely neglected blogspot so far, but shouldn't that reflect i'm spending more time out with friends than sat on a computer?

I'm sat in our Miami hotel lobby with my companions Hannah, Mark and Jamie waiting for aint to dry and to board our bus journey for a beautiful 16 hour journey to Atlanta, GA.

So far, in brief, we've made out with dolphins, stroked stingrays and chased sharks, my oceanic excitement is coined from a lack of exciting sea adventures, par treading on a sea urchin at the age of 12. So for myself these experiences were overwhelming

We've met a plethora of cool people, heard lots of enchanting stories and ways from different cultural backgrounds and of course been in near hysterics for some reason every day, whether its Marks ferrari red sunburn, or the time be bought a packet of cigarettes for about a pound on a bus between shanty towns in Belize to find it stuffed with leaves or even a old small black lady (or man) threatening to have it out with Mark if he lied about knowing him?! Long story there obviously, but Mark has thoroughly suceeded in being a non-detremental source of laughter till tears. But i digress, this is all in good spirits.

Our first hour in the states and American Airlines suceeded in losing one of our bags... Guess whos? Marks! He took it in good heart and AA went out of there eay to ensure that Mark and his luggage was reunited a few days later. The highlight of the first night in Miami was watching some pretty cool fireworks explode overhead our motel roof.

The next day we headed southward to Belize City, we spent minimal time in the city for fear of our wallets and anal virginity and headed to the water taxi. Cruising at sea level at 80mph there was a vast range of scenary that someone like myself had never imagined. Our island of Ambergris Caye was absolutely breathtaking. We did the standard jumping off piers, drank some beer and i found a 35 year old attatched to me, she was funny, very drunk though...

The next day we proceeded to shark ray alley, swam among the coral reefs and hired a golf cart. After much persuassion on my part and a very relluctant Hannah, fearing for her life, i washed down a beer and hit the road. I think my arse is still bruised thanks to pot holls in the dirt track but all in all i'm confident that my driving was as gentle as Chris Benoits final bedtime story to his kids.

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Our next stop was Cancun, Mexico, involving a 12 hour journey on boats, school buses and finally a 'luxury' mexican coach for the remainder of the journey. We met a lovely little Mexican girl who had family in Colchester (small world) and she translated our food requests in Chutem bus stations, resulting in the most stomach wrenching burritos ever, of which i ate 4.

Our first night in Cancun reflected the British impulse of get in, get out, drink. We met a little texan dude called Josh who didn't have a hard time persuading us into joining him to The City nightclubs full moon party, an expensive one but the music was interesting (imagine a Need For Speed Underground soundtrack), the girls were stuck up and the vodka was potent but hey after a dozen of them who gives a fuck about anything anymore? Clearly...
As you in-visioned i found myself passed out on the floor by a taxi rank to my friends despair as police cars roamed freely. None the less a standard Tuesday night out...

Cancun all in all consisted of days on the beach and nights on the roof... I would of liked to have spent more time in bars in the commercial areas but due to immitegating circumstances including a low budget, i'll have save it for a spring break sometime soon.

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Miami greeted us well and despite our first day here this time is much more like i expected. Our hotel was a dwarf engulfed in massive high rise apartments at a million dollars a pot, our bus was swarmed in a sea of (probably financed) Ferraris, Mustangs and Aston Martins. It was like a real life top trumps set, just the cars werent on cards and i couldnt claim ownership to any of them.

After a satisfying ihop, Jamie, Hannah and I planned a walk down Collins avenue. 90 minutes later still deep in conversation we discovered the lights and legs of downtown, it was pretty much as i expected it...just why was every group of girls sub 14 and all the older girls taken? Its a strange contrast to being bought up in a much lesser matrialistic enviroment to a place where a guys game was based on his wallet...not my scene!

South beach the next day was a similar story but i enjoyed another day of trawling through the water with Jamie talking about whatever it is we find so much time to talk about, either bystanders body language or a possible get rich plan. I must stress, the priority for getting rich is how to pay our Septembers rent, somehow, someway!

That night we went to the cinema and saw Borat, which if you've seen already i not need comment... And isn't it weird how everyone claps at the end of the film?!

So now i think thats me entirely caught up to any lesser extent. Thank you blogspot for the self indulgent time spent on this until my 16 hour bus journey. I'm relying on Stanlivanski and Bandler to stop hours seeming like days!