<human>: Here's mine: After crashing my motorcycle in baja mexico I took the ferry across the Gulf of California to mainland mexico where I was going to contenue my trip by bus and train. I met a guy from california along the way to a little town called creel. We decided to share a room to save money at the hostel. Because the tourist industry in Mexico is dead the place was pretty empty. We became friends with the hostel owners (who also owned the only bar in town) who would take us hiking and show us around the town. We were drinking pretty much all day. One saturday some of the owners friends came to the hostel and along with a few other guests we got especially crazy. Drank all night. When I woke up everyone who was partying the night before was getting ready to go to the hot springs to hang out and drink more. I had been planning on going but the past few days had been rough on me. I finally decided against it. The owners, the american I'd been rooming with, a girl from New Zealand, and a few other mexicans went. Who ever was driving was probably still drunk and crashed the truck into the canyon. 7 of 9 nine people died. Only two young children who were orphaned survived. Spent all day waiting for my buddies to come back. Didn't find out what happened until late that night. Got the Fuck out of Mexico two days later on the earliest flight I could book.

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<bot>: Got too drunk the night before so skipped out on a trip to the hot springs I'd been planning on. Saved my life.