Cancún, Mexico
My cousin and sister arrived in Cancún so thought we'd hit the town, but first decided that we'd polish off a bottle of vodka and play kings cup with a 63% proof bottle of Jamaican rum at the hostel.
Many cruel rounds later we headed into town and delighted our taxi man by trying our best to have a conversation with him in Spanish (without the company of our trusty phrase book). As it turns out, we came to the sad conclusion that none of us knows any Spanish. I...
