O.K. so there was a little hitch with the fare, it’s a red-eye flight. I arrive in Mexico at 2 a.m., alone and with no reservations in a tourist town in high season. For those of you who know my travel style, you’ll realize this is not a problem. I’ll figure it out once I’m there, at least I’ll be warm!
Of course the charter airline is late too, so I arrive at 3 a.m., grab my bag and head out into the warmth. The taxi driver obviously overcharges me, but lets face it, at this hour, who's gonna blame him!
Luckily for me I speak spanish fluently, so I strike up a conversation, explain my dilemna, and leave it up to him to find me a bed. Normally the LAST person I would trust is a taxi driver...but I'm so happy to be driving along with an open window, I really don't care.
At 5 a.m I flop into bed and listen to the sound of the waves crashing onto shore, I can't wait to see the sun!