Off again!

Two years past and I am at it again!
 Different continent, but same idea. ...pretty much do whatever i fancy, whenever I want! This time I vow to have a budget ( average of 20 a day) and learn a language..and to post more photos so that when I get more senile than I already am I will remember!

 Day UNO * also known as mucho waiting\sad\excitement*
 Glen and I woke up relativly early for us (after groggily justifying two or three extra alarms..) Had breky and then drove to Sydney for a lovely last piercing cold walk along the water ( ok, so we saw the water, than ran for the cover of a coffee shop..). He was a sweetheart and dropped me off at the ferries and walked me in. It sucks to end a relationship when everything was going so well. It was the only thing that made it hard to leave. Ah, ¨c'est la vie¨ I keep telling myself ( although my inner voice should now be switched to spanish...asi es la vida!)

. I took the 1:00 ferry, for fear of being stranded on the island because of too much wind and ferry closures. Skytrained to the airport and waiittteddd for my 11pm flight. I may have done some handstands and dips to pass the time.. My flight took me into wintery Toronto where I , the sole wearer of sandals, parked my behind for another 3 hours. Noon the second day I arrived in Cancun and was greeted by instant clevage sweat and vendors:)

I´ve made it!!

 My new found couchsurfing friend Bere met me at the bus station a little later, and we bussed to her house. A cute two room apartment with her bed for me , and a hammock for her. The beach was our destination for the afternoon. The difference between ¨Mexican¨Cancun and ¨tourist¨Cancun is exceptional. This town was less than 100 people in the early seventies when it was scoped as a tourism project. Now its hotel zone is one huge building after another. To get from Beres house you have to take two buses. One rickety but working mini bus, and then transfer once you get in the tourist zone to a fancy american style bus. Many of the fancy hotels have half finished projects beside them and many shops are boarded up and unused. This city is entirely dependat on tourism. And , bere tells me , so is the entire country. They no longer grow crops, so everything is shipped from elsewhere. Even Corn! ( ***shocking Gasp!) Us rich Northeren folk who fly down to escape the cold really make or break their economy.

 Today I spent the day at the beach swimming and snorkeling while Bere was at school. I played some volleyball with some tanned Australians and stealthily ¨took¨( i returned after!) a hotel towel so that i could take a beach chair, and have no one question me  when I used the pool. Ah the benifits of looking like a tourist!

doesn´t get much better!

 Time now is needed inside before my white skin turns lobstery. Not to mention a nap to soothe my tummy. Apparently asking for no spices, saying I am a baby, still calls for really fricking spicy street food.

SO many thongs! 

 budget yesterday =17 dollars

 Budget today-
 bus 17 pesos
 food 60 pesos
 sunscreen 120 pesos ( ripped off!)
 mask and snorkel 130 pesos ( i think i will use it lots!)
 =317 pesos =24.39 dollars
darn!


 new word voy- first person ¨to go¨ - used getting home on the bus ¨voy a la grand plaza¨