March 2012
Spring Break is a rite of passage for an American college kid. The only week off for the Spring semester (so generous with holidays those administrators…), in which a lot of people go back home to relax, and everyone else goes elsewhere for a week with their friends, most commonly towards the much warmer weather of the South.
Being an exchange student and only having one Spring Break ever in my life, I wanted to get the full, stereotypical American experience. So that obviously meant a week of partying in Cancun, Mexico (or Mehiho as I annoyed everyone by calling it all week!). Well, of course! Eight of us Internationals (well, whilst we were in the US that is – I guess everyone’s an international in Mexico!) – three Aussies; Dani, Jordan and Sophie, three Brits; Ben , Luke and myself, an Irish; Aidan, and a Kiwi; Nathan -paid a large amount of money to spend the week at Oasis Resort in Cancun, staying Saturday to Saturday (well slightly less by the time we arrived and the time we had to leave!). The journey to Mexico I took with 5 of the others (Jordan and Nathan went different routes to the rest) was a long old one, leaving Chapel Hill at 3am, cabbing it to Durham to get a bus to Charlotte to fly to Houston then to Cancun. We didn’t arrive at the resort until 10.30/11ish at night, and I wasn’t checked into the room until midnight because they couldn’t find my reservation. Bloody Mexicans…
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| The weary travelers. On the way to holiday! |
The resort itself was amazing – absolutely huge with large pools, overlooking the Gulf of Mexico and bars everywhere, including in the pools themselves! I think there was around 1000 rooms in the resort (at least in the Spring Break part of it – there was another part of the resort which was much more fancy and posh that us college kids were encouraged to stay away from), which meant a hell of a lot of people around. And wow, were there some characters! From the stereotypical All-American big boy with HUGE arms and chests but tiny, tiny legs to gorgeous girls running around with not much on at all to Jersey shore look a-likes to lots of rather normal-looking-in-comparison-non-Americans (such as us!). There were also a number of UNC people there, many of which were decked out in the good old Carolina Blue, leading to shouts of “U.N.C! Go Heels Go!” and regular intervals of the day. We linked up with a couple of other UNC exchanges while there as well: Amy, Sheridan, Amelia, Claudia and Chelsea (who’s not actually an exchange I hasten to add!), along with meeting plenty of other Aussies, Europeans and British people just wondering around the resort. Its almost like International students clump together or something…
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| The beach. Weather wasn't great all week. |
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| Wooo! Spring Break! |
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| WOO! SPRING BREAK! |
The usual spring break antics were in full swing throughout the week, including wet-tshirt competitions (I obviously won one of those…), lap dancing competitions and others probably not a good idea to mention on here. Sophie being Sophie wanted to enter one of the competitions in a club one night but got rejected for having boobs too small - how harsh is that?! There was a small army of security at the resort and by god did they need it – the number of heavily intoxicated people at like 2 in the afternoon was ridiculous, especially when stupid antics such as running into glass windows were occurring (as one incredibly dumb Brit tried to do and promptly broke his nose. Never been more simultaneously embarrassed and in stitches in my life!) and people having to be wheel chaired (yes, you read right) back to their rooms due to being so drunk they couldn’t walk. The other group of exchanges came home one evening to find a guy passed out on their bed, with absolutely no idea how he got their as the door and windows were locked shut. My guess was that the resorts pixies let him in. That view didn’t go down too well naturally…
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| Let's swiftly move on from this picture... |
I hasten to add that I didn’t just spend the week sitting in the resort abusing my liver. I spent one morning in the local market with Dani, Sophie and Amy which was a very good shout on whoever it was that suggested it’s behalf as although Cancun isn’t strictly ‘real’ Mexico it was nice to see a bit of non-resort life in the local area. I say Cancun isn’t really Mexico as it was built and developed for the American tourist, and its very obvious to see when it gets pointed out to you. For one, there is no central square or church and town hall, which is typical in nearly all Mexican towns and cities. And two its full of Americans. The latter being a bit more obvious that the former of course! The market itself was a bus ride away, and was, in my opinion, very touristy anyway with lots of little knickknacks that don’t really serve any purpose. However, we did have one of the best Mexican meals ever there in one of the small cafes in the centre, with Mexican musicians going around serenading anyone with money out in view. Mexican selling is completely different to that in the USA or the UK. To some extent it’s similar to that of Europe, such as Greece, but in my opinion much more aggressive. They just don’t leave you alone! And then when you say you’re either not interested or haven’t got enough cash on you they take it like a personal insult. Needless to say I found it very off putting to buy anything at the market, but I did enjoy wandering around soaking up the atmosphere and being somewhere a bit different than at a bar laughing at drunk people being stupid!
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| Down in the Market |
Nathan, Amy and I also took a day trip to the Mayan ruins and
Chichen Itza (jokingly referred to as ‘Chicken Pizza’), which is one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I have to say it was money VERY well spent! An all-inclusive package tour which normally would have cost $80-90 each we managed to get for $60 by no mean feat of negotiation on Amy and Nathan’s behalf! The day started at the rather horrific time 7.30am after a night out, involving the loss of Amy whose alarm didn’t go off and so very luckily managed to join us at a secondary pick up stop. After an hour of two drive full of good natured banter with the tour guide and some rather interesting historical background on the Mayans, we stopped at our first stop which was a sink hole with healing properties (or so our guide said!) I have to say it was a phenomenal place – a huge underground cavern with incredibly clear blue water. You could just about see all the way down to the bottom – about 180ft deep – with fish swimming all around. We were allowed to jump in and have a swim (obviously not turning down that opportunity!) and it was freezing cold – as expected- but amazing nevertheless. It did however feel very weird to swim out to the middle and look down and see fish everywhere! The next stop was at a rather tourist restaurant where they served ‘traditional’ Mexican and Mayan food. It was nice enough but I wasn’t a big fan of the huge tourist influence on the place with a incredibly large gift shop through which you had to enter and leave by and had far too many people trying to sell all sorts of manners of souvenirs to whoever. Lunch did provide an opportunity to chat to others on the package day with us, including some NC State alumni, which wasn’t ideal but then it was better to chat to them and share jokes about the louder and brasher northerners in our group. But I still managed to get in some choice statements about UNC being better – such college pride I know…
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| The sink hole |
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| Having a dip |
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| Being all cultural |
We left the resort on the Saturday, enduring another incredibly long journey back to Chapel Hill. The flight from Mexico to Houston went fine, however with being International students, we were first held up at Immigration and then Customs, where Dani’s bag got pulled over to be searched (this also happened on the way out – she’s a dodgy looking girl that’s for sure!), meaning we well and truly missed our flight to Charlotte. After half an hour of searching for seats the incredibly helpful lady at the desk managed to get us on a flight much later, although Luke had to be standby whilst the rest of us had guaranteed seats. Drama indeed... Couple this with the bad weather in Houston, meaning flights were being delayed and cancelled left right and centre, alongside being one of the busiest travelling weekend of the year (in the middle of two Spring Break weeks) meant that there were hundreds of stranded passengers all trying to get on whatever flights they could. Some of them were being told that they couldn’t get on a flight until the Monday. Ouch… Anyways, we managed to all get on the flight to Charlotte, thankfully, after some tense moments at the gate waiting to see of a seat became available (Luke having to fight of other people trying to get on the flight!), only for the plane to be delayed even further for a large party to get on the plane. By this point we had well and truly missed our coach from Charlotte to Durham, so I spent a lot of time on the phone to various people trying to sort out somewhere to stay and getting booked onto the next coach. Many MANY thanks to Lillie and her family in their very kind offers of help, and Connor and Lindsay for spending time on the internet looking stuff up for me! We decided in the end to just sleep at Charlotte airport for simplicities sake, with the hope of getting into the military lounge at Charlotte. That didn’t happen as it was closed – typical – so the floor put us up. How nice of it! The coach back at 8am was very quick considering I slept for all of it, only to then be charge $60 for the taxi back to Chapel Hill. By this point I didn’t care. I just wanted to get into my room, have a shower and chill the fuck out!
Spring Break was an amazing experience, and one I glad I did – despite the vast cost of it! It was great fun being with the group I was with, all of them massive characters and a good laugh. It was also interesting to see the comparisons between the UK stereotype of Spring Break and how it actually was. Sorry to you Yanks, but the stereotypes were in full force and rather accurate. However, there were many similarities with the UK abroad hotspots such as Mali, Zante or ’Shag-alouf’ and had that “schools out” feel to it. Cancun gave me a feel for Mexico as a mental but fantastic place, and I am now keen to go back and see the ‘real’ “Mehico”, not the “American-tourists-are-here-lets-rip-them-off-to-the-moon-and-back-ico” that Cancun was. It’s also made me want to go and have a poke around South America. Looks like the travelling fever has well and truly taken a hold of me!
