Now there are two options you can take when you feel this way:
OPTION 1
You can sit around feeling sorry for yourself and go "Why me! I don't deserve this!" Bla, bla, bla and be another of life's victims.
OPTION 2
You get can the Hell over yourself and go and find something that makes you happy.
I WOULD CHOOSE OPTION 2 EVERYTIME
I'm on the phone to my friend Lauren. She had rang to see how I was and to let me know she's happy I'm back from Romania. I'm moaning to her on how bad I'm feeling.
"Why don't you come to Mexico with me?" She says
"Don't be silly! I can't come to Mexico!" Is my response
"Why not!"
"Because your leaving Monday and it's Friday now, and I just can't!"
The next morning I'm surrounded by mess as I try and pull from my storage boxes what is needed for my everyday life. It's freezing and I have a hundred layers on trying to keep warm. I look out the window. It's grey and raining. I get a phone call to say the job I was waiting on has fallen through. After I hang up the phone I look at the screen and begin to text Lauren:
"F**k it! I'm coming to Mexico!"
I'm walking out the airport at Cancun! "Shit! I'm in Mexico!" It all feels a bit surreal. The heat hits me and it feels wonderful, even though I'm wearing a thermal top (not a good look in Mexico)! I go to find Lauren and her friend Millie who is travelling with her as they were on another flight an hour a head of mine. Funnily enough I find them in the bar sipping on Pina colada's. Lauren is like my baby sister. I met her while she was doing work experience on a film I was doing dailies on a couple of years ago. I instantly liked her (but it's kind of hard not to like Lauren) so then employed her as our trainee on one of my jobs, gave her lots of stick and gave her the nickname Sugar Tits (I treat all my trainees well)! I've been stuck with her ever since. I'm quite surprised I want to travel with Lauren again though as she seems to bring bad luck with her. She was my side kick on my third trip to India, where I had never got ill. I go away with Lauren to India and in the first week we both come down with E. coli, which can kill you! I must say though, it really cements a friendship if you can still look each other in the eye after you both puked a hundred times in front of each other and have had to drop your pants at the same time, so a heavy handed Indian doctor can inject you in the ass! After that Lauren went to South America where she had her bag stolen in the first week, her leg swelled up so she had to spend a fortune at a hospital getting it checked out only to realise it was the heat, and when I melt her in Rio she had a face like a beetroot because she was covered all over in a rash after having an allergic reaction to some shower gel. I sit next to her in the bar to find her blowing her nose. She is full of cold which she seems to have caught on the plane ride over. The curse continues! Millie, her housemate is a brunette with a sexy, husky voice. I instantly like her as she has got a good sense of humour and she is the same height as me, so I won't feel like some Amazonian freak like the last time I did Mexico, as the average Mexican height is five foot nothing.
Lauren and Millie have booked us into a hotel in Cancun for the first night.
"It's spring break! We should really experience it!" They tell me excitedly. On my last trip to Mexico all I saw of Cancun was the airport and that was fine with me. Cancun is not my type of place when it's normal, but Cancun during spring break: well that's just my worse nightmare! It will be full of drunken students but they will be American which means they will be louder and the behaviour worse, as Americans like to everything bigger and better. It will be full of people called Chad, who have been working out for months for this one moment in time to parade his pumped up body around on a beach, while downing some tequila, in the hope to have sex with as many females as humanly possible in his one week vacation. Yep! Experiencing Spring Break is really not up there on my list of things to do. First we have to get to Cancun. This seems quite an effort due to the fact Lauren and Millie don't seem in that much of a rush as they are drinking Pina colada's. I on the other have to abstain due to being on anti biotics (the horror)! When they eventually do move, Lauren suggests that we walk outside the airport to flag a taxi as it's much cheaper according to her guide book. We drag our luggage in the heat and walk outside the airport to the road. It turns out Lauren's guide book is crap as we cannot flag a single taxi. We then drag our cases back inside the airport and get a bus, which we have to wait an hour for as we have just missed the last one. We eventually get to the hotel. It's is now dark. The hotel is very nice the only problem is, it's in Cancun town. All the parties and nightclubs are along the beaches which we are nowhere near. It's getting late and we are starving so we head round the corner to a restaurant to try and gain some energy. Two margaritas later Lauren is as white as a ghost and nearly face planting the table she is so tired. She hasn't had sleep for over 24 hours due to the fact she thought it would be a good idea to stay up all night before her flight watching Frieda and drinking red wine in bed (the mind boggles)! Millie isn't far behind her either.
"I think I need to go to bed! Oh my God! This is the worst attempt at doing spring Break ever!" Lauren moans. I have to agree with her it's a pretty dismal attempt. Half an hour later we are all tucked up in bed with massive jet lag.
"What a massive failure. I guess we will never get to see Spring break?" Lauren's yawns.
"Yes it was a massive failure!" I think to myself as I close my eyes, but for once I have never been so happy to fail.
Next stop Tulum.
