Wow, lots to catch up on!
Last we wrote, we were off to Campeche. We arrived at the bus station and ran into two English travelers, whom we shared a cab with to the Monkey Hostel. After checking in, Oli and I headed down to the beach and wandered around a bit to check out the town. The beach was more of a wall, kinda filthy, but with spectacular views out into the ocean. There seemed to be a storm brewing, so we went in search of a shop or a place to eat. We walked through the central Zocalo, which was my favorite part of the town. Beautiful, pristine, with tons of walkways, benches, and lights. It was gorgeous. We walked around the town and were suddenly caught in a downpour. We tried to wait it out in the alcove of a theatre, but to no avail. Finally we decided to make a run for the hostel, and when we were a block away, we heard a voice call out "do you speak English!?"
To our surprise, this voice came from a bar! It was a girl from Houston, who was there with her boyfriend. They had met two Dutch travelers and were in the middle of a drinkathon. Glad to be out of the rain, we settled down for some great company and some coronas. We hung out for a while, before promising to meet up that evening to celebrate the girls birthday. Went out for dinner, back to the hostel where we found the Brits, and with them in tow, trudged through the rain to the bar. We ended up having a great night out, talking all sorts of politics, economics.. it was a blast.
The next day we wandered around town, too cheap to do most of the tourist activities other than the Botanical Garden, which ended up being awful!! Then off to the shop to get some food to cook for dinner. Early night in, watched a movie, made dinner, passed out.
Then it was off to Merida in the morning, to connect to Piste, where Chichen Itza is. We grabbed a hostel after a bit of trouble, and read all night. The rain poured down.
In the morning, we woke up early, trekked over to the ruins, stored out bags, and explored. The ruins are very well preserved, and it was fun to be at the first "seven wonders" sight of our trip. However, we found the previous ruins that we have seen to be much more majestic, and so we kinda rushed through it.
Bus to Cancun, the a ferry to Isla Mujures. What a paradise! They call it the backpackers Cancun, and it was just amazing. The Poc-na hostel is the oldest in mexico, and it was phenomenal.
I am being glared at by a guy who wants the computer, so I will give all the great details of Isla later- including reconnections, great new friends, volleyball, drunkest musician ever, a trip to the mexican hospital complete with a broken knee (not us!!) broken camera, puking whilst snorkeling, and more! Lots of fun stories to come, my friends. Stay tuned!! :)
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