Cancun-Travel Journal-DAY 2

HELLO PEOPLES ^^
Are you ready for day 2 of my trip? Excited to see what happens next?? Even though not much really did happen the first day. Alright, even if you're not excited, keep reading please...
Okay so I forgot to mention yesterday that there were two double beds and one small cot. It wasn't much. Just a cot. Me and my brother were fighting over who got the bigger, better, double bed and who got the small, wimpy, cot. He argued that he should get the bigger bed because he was older. I argued that I should get the bigger bed because I was younger. We had opposite points of view, but we finally settled on switching beds every night. Coming up with this decision took half an hour. Conclusion: I slept on the bigger bed the first night, which meant the dreaded cot awaited me the next night.
ANYWAYS
After we woke up really early, we decided to step out of the so-called 'Hotel Zone' and go to the REAL Mexico and explore downtown. WHOOO WHEEE it was nothing like the Hotel Zone. The buildings were dilapidated and torn down and it looked as though EVERY SINGLE BUILDING in downtown had at least been in one gunfight. Who am I kidding, not even a gunfight, more like...a bombfight. The buildings were in terrible state. There were no decent shopping malls. It was all just shacks set up by the local people who sell stuff to earn money. The buses were terrible too. They had graffiti all over the windows and were all wrecked inside too. Nothing like our buses here. The seats are just plastic and not covered with carpeted material/fabric like we have here in Vancouver. I know all this because we took the bus into downtown. I also needed to buy a brush because I'd forgotten mine at home. We were looking everywhere for some kind of Mexican Wal-Mart or something, but like I said, it was just individuals selling their own personal products, and NONE of their products were brushes. We did buy these woven bracelets though. They were really nice and really cheap. But what really broke my heart is the fact that a seven-year-old little girl was selling them. She was walking around shouting 10 Pesos! 10 Pesos! (Mexican money with conversions to US Dollar will follow...later on) She had maybe around 70 hand woven bracelets on her arm and was waving them around. I felt so bad for her. Here in Canada, seven-year-old girls would be going to schools and playing in the playground and having the time of their lives. Poor, poor girl. She was really thin and small, and I wanted to give her more than 10 Pesos. I wanted to give her 10000000000000000000 Pesos if it would get her in school and happy and healthy. Talk about child labour. I saw it with my own eyes. But it wasn't only this little girl. There were three year olds that were up to my knees. I was extremely grateful to be living in a great country where I don't have to work at 3-years-old. But we also saw a school. It had a gigantic hole that looked like it had been made with a bomb of some sort that was supposed to be a door. The windows looked the same. There was a thin chalkboard where the teacher was standing and teaching her students, whose ages ranged from 7~17. There definitely wasn't any grade systems there. Everyone learned at the same level. These kids were the much luckier ones that got to go to school and escape a few hours of work. The entire downtown is in terrible condition, and the people too. I was spilling over with sympathy and pity. -sigh-
Anyways, we spent the entire day roaming around downtown until finally, we came upon a small shop that was sort of like a mini London Drugs. I finally got my brush, and we headed for home. It was about 9:00 at night when we boarded the bus that would take us home. The bus was extremely crowded, so I had to sit away from my parents and my brother. We all had to sit apart. Are you ready for the scary and exciting part?

Alright, so about 5 minutes after being in the bus, all these drunk white people got on. They were definitely tourists, and they had kids with them. Maybe around 15 of them in all. Now the bus was nearly exploding with people. All the white people were standing in the bus because there was no space. They were fist pumping and shouting and screaming and "WHOOO WHOOOOing." Like I said, they were drunk.  Suddenly, a big Mexican guy got up from his seat (and I mean BIG) and offered the white lady his seat. The lady was touched and she was gushing over him. He got up and moved to the back. Why? You'll find out. 4 or 5 minutes after he moved back, someone was shrieking some words. The voice was awfully familliar. It was saying, "YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT!!!!" The white people immediately stopped hooting and turned around to see who was saying that. The voice then said, "STOP THIS BUS!!! SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY MONEY!!!" That's when it hit me. The screaming voice belonged to my dad. He was still screaming, "PICKPOCKET, PICKPOCKET!!" but I didn't hear. I was in a state of shock and my heart leaped to my throat. I didn't even hear my mom screaming my name over and over. I finally snapped out of my name when she slapped my arm, trying to get my attention, she then dragged me through the crowded bus which had now come to a stop. The back doors had opened and my mom was pulling me out after my dad and brother. So there we were, standing on the street, not even close to our hotel yet, the bus driving off without us. Don't ask me why we got off. We just did. I have no idea why, but we just did.

So we stood there for a while, shocked and traumatized. My dad, believe it or not, was laughing in happiness because all his money was still there. My brother and my dad explained what had happened. This is their side of the story:

When the big Mexican guy moved to the back of the bus and offered his seat to the lady, it was because he was going to the back to pickpocket the most vulnerable guy; my dad.
You see, my dad was wearing a money pouch that was just around his stomach. I guess it was easy to get at...

Alright, so the big Mexican guy worked with two other white guys. They knew it was their chance to pickpocket my dad when he asked them, "Is this our stop at Great Parnassus? (our hotel)" They immediately lied, "OH, YES, YES, THIS IS YOUR STOP! YOU HAVE TO GET OFF RIGHT NOW!!" So when my dad got up, in that motion of him getting up, the big Mexican guy stuck his hand into my dad's money pouch and was fumbling around for no more than a second. That's when my dad felt something and slapped the pickpocket's hand away, which is when he screamed, "YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT!!!" Later he pointed to the guy and said, "IT WAS YOU." The guy didn't deny it at all. He just stood there dumbfounded. Meanwhile, my brother and the white guy were sizing each other up, apparantly almost ready to beat each other up. They were of the same build and height, both muscular and tall. They were right up in each other's faces and swearing under their breaths. That's when the drunk white guys (remember them? there were a lot of them and they were a little bit tipsy.) started swearing at my dad, thinking that my dad was telling them to stop doing that. They thought he wanted them to stop hooting and stuff, and if you think of it that way, then duh, they'd be offended. They started telling him to shut the f*ck up and get the f*ck off this bus and stuff like that. They had to add a swear word in every sentence. Hmph.

Then the bus stopped and the doors opened, which is when my dad checked his money pouch to see if all his money was still there. He confirmed that it was all there, and we got off the bus.

The white guy was still trying to get at my brother and shouting rude remarks out the window. And so, only because he was being taunted and provoked, he stuck his middle finger up at the guy as the bus drove away. And that's that. We just waited at the bus stop we were dropped off at and sat there waiting for another bus. When another rumbled to a stop in front of us, we got on, not saying a word. I was still shocked and speechless, my mom was still somewhat terrified, but my brother and dad were laughing with each other. I did NOT find that funny.

Anyways, when we got to the hotel, we washed up and went down to eat dinner, like nothing happened. It was really normal. I think we should've spent more time freaking out, but we didn't.  So that was our REALLY SCARY PART of the trip.

That's also pretty much the end of day 2.

I will come back with more of my trip later on~~~!