Yesterday was not my day!
As my Mum always says 'bad luck runs in three' and yesterday I copped all three in one day.
1. I'd arranged to meet friends at 7am Friday for a quick foray to the Texan town of McAllen, most famous for it's outlet shopping. At 10.30 am I woke up groggy and dazed from the previous nights fun (Black eyed Peas were in town and the concert and after-party were awesome!) until I suddenly came to my senses and realised I'd missed the rendez-vous. SHIT! My phone battery had died so the alarm never went off. I charged my phone and saw the multiple messages from my friends- 'Donde estas puta!!??' were some of the nicer ones. So I decided I could just get a bus to McAllen and meet them there so I don't miss out on this bargain shopping!
As my Mum always says 'bad luck runs in three' and yesterday I copped all three in one day.
1. I'd arranged to meet friends at 7am Friday for a quick foray to the Texan town of McAllen, most famous for it's outlet shopping. At 10.30 am I woke up groggy and dazed from the previous nights fun (Black eyed Peas were in town and the concert and after-party were awesome!) until I suddenly came to my senses and realised I'd missed the rendez-vous. SHIT! My phone battery had died so the alarm never went off. I charged my phone and saw the multiple messages from my friends- 'Donde estas puta!!??' were some of the nicer ones. So I decided I could just get a bus to McAllen and meet them there so I don't miss out on this bargain shopping!
2. I got the bus easily enough and told my friends I'll meet them in McAllen in the afternoon. We cross the Rio Grande and pull up at the very busy immigration station. I wait in line thinking 'yes I have my visa, good work, this should be easy...' Then I look at the person next to holding her passport in her hand. SHIT! I forgot my passport!!! Next thought, 'Ok so maybe I don't need it, maybe I just need my visa.. Wishful thinking!'.
So the immigration officers have only one thing to say to me, 'Go back to
Mexico. You can't come in'. I feel like a wet bag or a drug dealer or something. So I trot miserably back to Mexico leaving my grand dreams of starting a new life behind (ok, so maybe just my dreams of finding some bargains but it felt very dramatic!).Worse still, I was left stranded in the town of Reynosa. I asked on of the taxi drivers, (Es peligroso aqui?' and he replied 'Mas o menos". Is it dangerous here? - More or less! So I practically ran to the bus station and boarded the next bus to Monterrey.
3. So my miserable self and I get back to Monterrey and decide to go to a friends party with the idea that a few beers will make everything good again. And after a few beers, they do. Until I decide to dance my way across the room, slipped on some water and landed smack bang on my coccyx bone. That was at 11.45pm. So for the final 15 minutes of Friday I sat still nursing my back and counting down the second til my SHIT! day was over!!
Lessons learnt:
1. Everything bad happens in threes.
2. You need your passport if you plan on entering a new country.
3. If it's not your day, it's not your day. Accept it.
4. Reynosa is dangerous.
5. SHIT happens!
6. Mum is always right!
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