No secret that one of my favorite trips was to the Grand Canyon! Take a look to see how these folks got on in a similar place!
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.