The Alarms started going off at 4 a.m. it took about five of them to actually get us to move! We all through clothes on and mutually decided there was no need for make up at such a crazy hour! We jumped in a taxi to the nearest Greyhound bus station and from there we set off on our journey for Las Vegas! We had two stops on the way which were right in the middle off deserts but you wouldn’t doubt the Americans, both stops had McDonald’s!
We arrived in Vegas around 2:30 and caught another taxi to our hotel “New York, New York”. It was when we saw this hotel that we really realized that this was no ordinary place! The thing had it’s own roller coaster for crying out loud!
(and yes that photo is of just one hotel!)
So we made ourselves look decent and went for a walk along the “strip”. The heat was unbelievable but it didn’t spoil our fun. We went to see Caesar’s Palace and the Bellagio fountains
As we walked we met loads of promotions guys offering us deals for different night clubs that night, each one better than the last, (apparently being a group of young girls has it’s advantages!)
We picked the best option and went back to get ready for the night ahead!
Keep an eye on this blog to find out how it went…it’s a good one! 😀
So you might think that for a group of young adults who are basically on a party holiday, crossing a simple border wouldn’t make much of a difference to anyone. You would be wrong. When we crossed into the amazing country that is Mexico, the last shred of morals, sense and even sanity were lost completely.
We got a special bus from where we were staying, shared with other Irish, early in the morning. The person organising the whole thing supplied vodka for the bus which was obviously a huge selling point for “our type”. This also meant however, that one girl passed out on the bus and another soon after we got there! The day that followed was easily one of the craziest of my whole summer (or life perhaps). On this particular day, there was a foam party, and mix in the sand from the beach we were on…I obtained many cuts, scrapes and bruises.
And that was just the day, when night fell, well to be quite honest, I can’t remember but I do know body shots were involved and there was some sort of “relations” between three girls and ONE guy.
To get home, we had to cross the border back to the US. Coming from someone who freaks out at an airport when all my documents are not perfectly in order, this was amazing. I completed my chat with the officer, drunk, still wet with foam and shots, a black eye and missing a shoe.
And that my friends was Mexico.
Getting a bike, the next piece of advice I will give you if you are going on a J1. I got an old, second hand one by the beach for $50, and let me tell you my little orange bike was a very good friend of mine. We went everywhere together, work, the beach and even nights out occasionally. What made it even better is that me and three friends had matching orange bikes and looked like a proper “crew”. That was of course until I left it at the beach one time, yes it was locked, and came back to find it gone, stolen. Locks are no problem to bike robbers around the area. I did replace it with one I got at a flea market for $40 (probably stolen from some other poor person!) but I did not have the same connection with that bike unfortunately!
Any J1er who has been to Huntington Beach California will be very familiar with the 29 bus, serving Knott’s berry farm, downtown, the beach, etc, but the thing is any locals probably aren’t so knowledgeable about this! The public bus is just not used by the average resident of California (apparently). I was told by a local, “the only people who use the bus are either Irish or crazy!”…and crazy they were! In just a few weeks we met drug dealers, hoarders (with large bags of rubbish), had photos and videos taken of us by strangers and had people attempt to convert us to their religion! My personal favorite story to tell (or most horrific) is that one evening a pretty normal looking man sat beside and started talking, again nothing strange about it, average conversation but what happened next was very out of the ordinary! People at the back of the bus began to shout loudly and I muttered “oh god” or something of the sort, and THEN the man beside me stood up and shouted back “hey! stop it! You’re scaring my little girl!”….I got off at the next stop.
Shops like Target and Walmart will be frequented by most J1ers and what may surprise you is how much value you can get from the “outdoor activities”/camping sections of these stores. First off when you final do find a place to live it will be EMPTY, and sleeping on the floor is no fun, however fluffy the carpet is or intoxicated you might be! Airbeds are an absolute must, but as well as this you can get cutlery, pots and pans and various other nick nacks to get you by for the three months, all at reasonable prices. I bet you can’t imagine how anyone would sleep on an airbed for three months, but I would do it all over again! 🙂
One thing that almost all J1ers can share, (or perhaps avoid sharing), is a “four loko” story/experience. For those of you who have never heard of this mysterious liquid, I direct you to the “Urban Dictionary” which defines it as;
Legalized cocaine in a can. If you consume Four Lokos you can expect to encounter the same results typically associated with snorting a small mountain of cocaine.
“My dealer isn’t picking up” “Okay whatever we’ll just get some Four Lokos instead”
Four Loko got its name because it sends the person who consumed it into FOUR STAGES OF CRAZY:
Stage 1: Tipsy (loud, might stumble, laugh)
Stage 2: Drunk (embarassing, stumbling, slight slur)
Stage 3: Wasted (heavy slur, falling, hitting on fat girls)
Stage 4: Black Out (no ability to speak, vomiting, waking up next to a fat girl, memory loss)
Okay, so clearly none of that is entirely true, but let me tell you it’s not far off for this unique combination of caffeine and alcohol, just look at it’s equivalent!
Alright I’ll stop being so boring about this because I can admit that some of the best nights of my trip last summer were fueled by these wondrous cans. I mean this stuff is so good it has a whole website devoted the stories it “caused”, fourlokostories.com
, and did I mention it has been banned in numerous states! So I bet you are waiting for me to share my crazy stories, well in truth, I can’t remember them as I seriously suffered from the four loko “blackouts”, but what I can remember is the horrible hangovers which resulted!
Was it worth it you ask? Most definitely!
Anyone planning their J1 summer needs to know, the first few days (or even weeks) are HARD! On my first morning there we all woke up very early, the time difference was not our friend but luckily we had our phones so we amused ourselves on facebook until it was time for breakfast, (we were staying in a hotel at first). Of course we got the cheapest hotel possible so breakfast wasn’t exactly the “full-Irish” we were hoping for but we made do! We then caught a bus to the beach front where we set about job hunting. This was the first time we let our naive minds get the better of us. Strolling into shops, restaurants and anything else we could find expecting that they would hire us with a heart and a half! We were drastically wrong. Our next mission was to find a place to live for the next three months, so we took a walk around to see if we could find anything, again we realize now the stupidity! What we did find though, was a sign for an open house and naturally we had to take a look. The only way to describe this house was something of the “Cribs” TV show, not for us since our budget was a bit short of the 2.2 million mark but it entertained us for a while. We sat and waited for a bus back to the hotel, we weren’t familiar with the bus times so we were waiting for ages but we played eye-spy and were okay! We got to our hotel and had great plans to go out, have dinner and go for a few drinks hopefully to meet some new friends and other Irish…but what actually happened was the time change got the better of us again and we literally passed out at 7pm and woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning fully dressed! A full day of failures!