So far, this experience has shown me how I never would have traveled again if I'd let this be my first 'travel' experience.
Flight was fine, but upon arrival - shitshow. We get on a bus to our resort with a family of 21-francophone assholes, who think its funny to interrupt our guide by doing things like sing 'who let the dogs out', and who clearly know that they are more important than the rest of us, which they prove by actually pushing me out of the way at the reception desk so they can check in first. Awesome.
We check in, then are told to wait for the bellboy. So we wait...and wait...and wait. Finally he comes, looks at our room number, and moves on to another group. Um, hello?? I'm losing my fuckign mind at this point - all I want is to check in to my room. One guy then takes our bags one way, while another guy smiles at us and goes another....ugh. We eventually get to our room, wait a half hour for our bags to join us, I wash my face and relax and head for a drink. The ONE bar that is open has no cups. Oh yes I'm serious. I ask for a bottle of water, something, ANYTHING I can drink. Nope! Sorry lady! So, three hours after I arrive, they can't make me a drink. LIVID.
Eventually, we got some drinks. Try to relax. But relaxing isn't really possible when you're in a place full of kids screaming WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! and falling all over themselves.
Oh, and there's no internet access. I hadn't anticipated this, based on the readily available wifi in Belize, so I haven't fully planned out where I want to go while here.
Oh, last thing to bitch about - there is actually only ONE place open on the resort right now. And the only food they have is crappy ham sandwiches, and they have no bottles of water. They said the water should be in our room, but there isn't. And the wind is blowing our window so badly it feels like the room is shaking. So I'm hoping, tomorrow when we wake up in the sun, and can prepare to have food and water in the room, things will be better. I hope. I hope I hope I hope.
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