6/10/05

…um… Hey muchachos…
…er… It’s 9am and we are currently sitting in the departure lounge in Cancun Mexico in transit from Havana and I’m typing this travellog on only 3 hours sleep whilst trying to ignore the vomit smell wafting from Avril’s hair… and it doesn’t really help that I am still a bit drunk too, so excuse me if I slur my typing or throw up on the keyboard…
Yep… once again we defied all logic and hit a salsa club on the night before having to get up at 4.30am to catch a flight… we REALLY are complete dumbf’ucks…
Actually, we both had half a bottle of rum each in 1 hour on empty stomachs, so Avril passed out after vomiting into her hair, …and the silly girl left me to hold it together and pack our backpacks when all I wanted to do is pass out too!!!
… and so 4 hours ago just as we arrived at the Havana airport I lost it COMPLETELY and totally ended up VOMITING MEGACHUNKS into some poor worker’s wheel barrow full of cement!!! …stoopid lamea’rse Cubans… WHY the f’cuk would you close the only toilets in the airport anyway??? Continue reading


