We had planned to spend my birthday evening in Cancún all together before we set off on our separate ways the next day. We arrived at the hotel late afternoon and only had time for a quick dip and catch up with Steffi before heading off to get ready for our evening out. We had been recommended a fish restaurant in Cancún by multiple sources so we got dolled up and ready to go. The restaurant was not the best restaurant in the world, but we still managed to stuff ourselves on fish and the cocktails were acceptably strong for a Serbian birthday dinner.
After dinner we wanted to go to a nice, elegant bar for a couple more drinks but who were we kidding this was Cancún, it was go gringo or go home. After much discussion, we ended up in the main party street (otherwise known as my worst nightmare). This time I was prepared though, because Stelios had taken me a few years earlier to Agia Napa (Cyprus’ chavvy version of Ibiza) and that experience had popped my cherry in terms of super concentrated numbers of outrageously drunk and naked foreigners in one place. But hey, if you can’t beat them join them, so we paid $55 (this was cheap in comparison to other places) to go to a decent looking place. Obviously I had a mini nervous breakdown; $55 is the equivalent of a month’s accommodation in Bolivia and 55 three course meals in some parts of Perú but I was going back to Europe soon so I had to start getting used to these prices. Besides, this included endless supplies of cherry flavoured watered down juice in plastic cups, aka an open bar. There were beer drinking competitions and “how many sex positions can you reenact in 60 seconds” competitions, but we were together and happy so we all had a good night. Besides you can’t spend so much time in México and not party in Cancún.
