Bon, on vous a tout dit sur ce voyage idyllique. Le ruines, les plages, la gentillesse des gens, le soleil, le sable chaud, le tropique...
Et on a laissé dans l'ombre quelques aventures much less sexy.
For once, give them the light they deserve.
is not to be pitied, but rather
not to get too jealous!
J0: snow
Deneigeage shot a 4 in the morning, the routine of the lumberjack in Alaska, not really that of Yankee adoption. After having failed to crush Rachel led the way, we get lost in a maze of streets more or less cleared, more or less appropriate. Fortunately, we had the margin, and the plane behind.
J0: passport After 2 hours in line, we arrive at the right counter to realize that Rachel's passport is not correct. He has no visa or discharge form. Arranging the type we file a form and tell us: "I've given nothing." It smells a little mess.
It goes through customs by tightening the buttocks and ... not being able to return to return!
J0: First trip tripe Check with relatively little delay. First restaurant, first stomachache Mary. It's a bit quiet
our festive fervor. A small
vomited later, everything seems back to normal.
J2: second triple
Road cushy back after the ruins and a plate of spaghetti with shrimp which will be fatal. Mary suddenly a huge hangover, very badly, and ends in crisis as blue as the time of his childhood. Sarah was very scared. It has the file hosto. Imagine the table for people to the waiting room. A car that comes into full effect prohibited, pulls backwards on the spot reserved for ambulances. The four doors open onto gringos who vomit.
In the waiting room, Sarah finally to empty into the trash.
Suddenly, all other patients spontaneously leave us a place in the queue!
medics, piquouze, we come back to our hotel a little spruced but not really brave!
Sore belly of Mary will last six days, that Sarah is now moving at the time of this writing 10 days later.
Noel: The Premiere Resort calmissime beach. Coconut palms are well, pelicans, breathtaking sunsets, but nobody. Girls who had probably hunt the beautiful Mexican are for their expenses. Everything is desert. We are the only guests of the restaurant's Eve. Bar closed, the pool is a true mirror occasionally disturbed by the bird hitckockiens ablutions.
Clearly, the hunt for Mexican in this area is closed it!
Chichen Itza: Temple of merchants and new filler
The site is undoubtedly exceptional. But it is almost hidden (messed) with countless stalls of merchants bags, statuettes, plastic pyramids seeking to win a drawing under the barge. You look at the pyramid and your gaze is invariably distracted by the junk has two balls. icing on the cake, Sarah belly hurts and hypoglycemia. It finds himself in a crowded fast food restaurant where she waits hours a mineral water it will not because we had forgotten to leave money!
It's cool, parents provide (especially the father, he had sub).
Cozumel Island Yankee
For the lazy and the beach part 2, we had deliberately left the Cancun coast. Too many gringos. He therefore preferred a protected island that thought out of reach of full-of-dollars. Error! In fact they come in ships!
In the morning the ships regurgitate monstrous hordes of tourists who have of the day in order: to tour the island by buggy, do some diving and buy T-shirts or jewelry in the drinking tequilla. At sunset, the siren sounds at the end of the ships of the raid and the city finds a strange calm.
Not really what we had planned it!
Diving unsavory
Our backpacker in hand, we wanted to be a baptism of scuba diving. One box held by a French gave us a window 40 minutes before sunset from the ferry pier and the ocean liner!
docile but distrustful, we inspect the premises before and it finally gives up because of shameless scam. We bare the bottles again.
Means, the backpacker on this one!
Hunting in hotel
The stay is ending and we prepare for our last day. timing, schedules of ferries, airport ... Hey, the ferry is canceled in the morning. We must leave the island the previous evening.
With an hour late, we landed on the continent to 23 hours, hoping to find a hotel easy-to-fingers-in-the-nose.
Three hours of failed attempts later, we start to consider sleeping in the car. We tried
hotels: all complete the resort: 250 USD per person!, pensions: too late. The girls are bored. We. until that we may be finally rescued by a night watchman who also borracho qu'insomniaque grants us a beautiful little loft on the beach in Puerto Morellos. For a while, we kissed!
In fact, if you ever go to this corner of Puerto Morellos are advised.
Customs: return
The plane is landing with 40 minutes early.
Genial, we might be able to find the boys before they finished the meal. Customs first. By tightening the buttocks again, I explain the idea. We have a visa, but not in the passport. He ensures that the same rule is if you can not prove it.
All that of course a few days after the foiled attack on an airplane Amsterdam Detroit!
type did not flinch and we welcome the U.S. dabbing our passports. Finally
almost all our passports because that Rachel is strangely blank.
The light-hearted, we find our luggage. We're still in time for Christmas Eve. Incredible!
10 meters before the exit, the last customs formalities: declaration of imported goods ... And, it happens differently. "Please Proceed to Gate B". Really? New
customs. New debriefing. Waiting. We're in a room with immigrant problem.
And we wait.
No information. We will come to understand that they expect the agreement of the big boss they just call on the phone. And this one does not remember
And we wait.
It is now alone in the waiting room. All other problems were overcome
And we wait.
Bouillabaisse and roti are cold long ago. Maybe we can take heat up lasagna. As for the champagne at midnight, it is being forgotten.
But we'll never know why we called the customs, stamp the passport with effect from Rachel, handed him the papers and we welcome the U.S. with a broad smile. "Happy new year".
Yet we embrace it!
Eve: Champagne Tripe Incredible!
the car started. Jouan all going well and we arrive at our friends a little before midnight!
Music, good food, good booze and Phew!
Midnight, a trifle pale Rachel dips his lips in his Coupet. And wham, not well at all, quite a flop, goes to bed. We leave the party about two o'clock a bit embarrassed.
Gros dodo. Feeling better in the morning.
Then one of the first year without a headache, that's a real first!
Well, you know right behind the scenes.
However, girls were found this fabulous trip (sic).
And we are ready to leave like that.
Like what the decor was upside is never really what stands out!
Kisses to all and HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010
