Wednesday 15 January 2014

29. Drunken Maggots

4th January 2014, Cozumel, Mexico

Generally speaking I'm not big on mainstream touristy outings or souvenirs - I loathe sightseeing and I can proudly say that I do not own a single Eiffel Tower key ring, I-love-New-York t-shirt or a bottle with coloured sand from some beach you thought you'd remember the name of in 5 years. 

I have very few pretentious bones in my body (I watch Keeping up with the Kardashians for crying out loud) -  but when it comes to behaving like a classic tourist, I simply refuse.

However, as my love for tequila was born back in circa 2001 and has been alive and kicking ever since,  I could hardly go to the mekkah of tequila without bringing a bottle back with me. It would have been rude not to. 
And obviously, to show how amazingly hard core I am, it had to be one with a maggot in it, 'just like on TV'. The minute after I said that, I did wish for a second that the ground will swallow me whole after being revealed for what I was. A tourist. Oh the horror. The fact that I was a pale assed blonde Swedish girl in a store that sells glow in the dark sombreros wasn't enough of course.

Just so we're clear - I will not be eating the maggot.

Looking closely, you can see the little guy swimming around at the bottom of the bottle. Or maybe more like chilling.... Chillaxing?

Do they put them in when they're already dead?

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