I mentioned here and here that I had a rant about Day 4 in Cancun. We were visiting Chitzen Itza which were the closest Mayan Ruins to Cancun. They had made the area into a national park of sorts, to help regulate what happened on, in, near the ruins and what was removed from the area. Apparently that sort of thing was unregulated until the 1970s and so much of the very little that was left of the Mayan history was removed and scattered to the wind.
Nicole and I were in a little tour group through Apple Vacations, and there were 14 of us all together.
We get to the ruins and start walking down the pathways to the main temple (and can I tell you how majestic it seemed to walk through the trees and through the breaks see the temple growing larger and larger as we approached? It was so great.). All along the paths there were groups of people with merchandise spread all over blankets, tables, tarps etc. They would occasionally shout things out like "Cheaper than Walmart!" "Cheaper than that guy over there!" Their product was nice, but now was not the time to shop, it was tour time. We all most ignored them or admired as we kept walking past.
Later in the tour Roberto our tour guide let us know that while what they were selling was nice, much of it had little to do with actual Mayan tradition. He said that while they would carve things, they carved in limestone and not wood. He told a story about a woman that bought a fertility goddess and brought it back to the bus so excited about her find. Roberto had to tell her that there was no fertility goddess in Mayan culture. So he told us to just be careful and remember that not all the stories they tell us are true.
It all honestly seemed like common sense for buying things to me.
That was all it took for a few of the guys in our group. They began to be outright hostile towards the people selling things. Instead of just ignoring them or not engaging them these guys started smarting off. Telling the "cheaper than Walmart" guys that they liked Walmart and at least people at Walmart knew what it was to work. They commented loudly for the clearly English speaking locals to hear that they didn't understand how Mexicans could be so lazy, and why didn't they just get a real job. They also talked about what a waste of time it was for these people to spend hours carving intricate masks and totems to sell for $1 US on the side of a dirt pathway.
Seriously? I mean really? Are people honestly still that ignorant? I mean I probably already knew that but I was so mad. I was SO MAD.
Who the hell do people think they are? Yep, the economy may be crap and there might not be jobs in your industry but there are jobs that you think are beneath you and you would rather starve than take them. Yep, it could be annoying and overstimulating when people would be trying to get you into their "shops" to look at their items. But seriously!?
The drug war is alive and well in Mexico, especially in the Yucatan area. Yet these people are trying to earn honest wages. Not so they can upgrade their iPhone or get a Wii or even to buy the latest Louis Vitton (no idea how to spell that) purse. They are doing all of this so they can eat, feed their families (a lot of them that includes not just their kids but their extended family as well)
Would you PREFER that they are in the drug trade, or in gangs, or *gasp* travelling to America illegally so you can bitch about them there too? Did your mother never teach you that if you have nothing nice to say then just shut up?
I am apathetic at best about the all American way that I so take for granted. Please tell me what a horrible person I am because of that. But I can not stand when the same people that bitch about people living in America not speaking English go to foreign countries and bitch that people don't speak English there!
The worst part, the really worst part for me was knowing that these perfectly nice people trying to make a living heard what they were saying and I saw several of them retreat in shame. There was shame alright, but it was the shame I felt on behalf of these guys.
Everyone is worth something. EVERYONE. No one is worthless in the eyes of God and who exactly do we think we are when we deem someone worthless. Have we decided that we in fact know better than God?
Everything you do and say either lifts people up or tears them down. Everything. Which will you do today?
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3.19.2009
3.18.2009
Cancun Day 4: Wednesday; Part 2
Part 1
Since we were with a smaller tour group we were able to go into some tighter areas of the ruins. They have closed the ability to walk up all 91 stairs of the big temple, which is good...it helped me from looking like a chicken. But we were able to walk up about 9 steps shaped the same as the tall one. They are not natural steps. They are narrow and steep. It wasn't so bad going up, but coming down you had to step down sideways and put your feet in front of each other. By the third step down I was leaning hard into the stairs above me. But I did it! Here's a picture of the steps, if you can tell anything by it.
At the top of the stairs was a market area and a pool. A pool! I couldn't help imagining Mayans swimming and frolicking around after hauling all that limestone around. Of course, the pool was empty so I didn't get to swim...there.
As I said in Part 1 we were told that a lot of the people selling things around us weren't selling things that were an active part of the ancient Mayan tradition. But as we were walking back to the main area, where we would split into our own groups and have some free time, this little girl sidled up to our group:
This is Elizabeth. Roberto, our Apple Tour guide said that a few months ago her mother approached him and asked if he would recommend that his tour groups purchase items from her family. They make embroidered handkerchiefs, dresses; like the one Elizabeth is wearing, blouses and dresses for grown ups. He said that this is something the Mayans would do, and continue to do today. Roberto also said that many families will bring their kids to where they sell goods at to help them earn money. But, when they do that the kids aren't able to go to school and education plays a pivotal role in these families rising up out of poverty. So Roberto told Elizabeth's mom that he would recommend that people buy from them, but only if she promised him something. That next year, when Elizabeth was 5, he would never see her at Chitzen Itza during the week. This way, as best as he was able, he would ensure that Elizabeth was in school.
She was so cute. SO cute!
Sorry to keep you on the edges of your seats again (pete), but I'm exhausted. So part 3, maybe part 4 and the rant will have to wait until another day. I'm aiming to get up early tomorrow to pick up some crayons.
Since we were with a smaller tour group we were able to go into some tighter areas of the ruins. They have closed the ability to walk up all 91 stairs of the big temple, which is good...it helped me from looking like a chicken. But we were able to walk up about 9 steps shaped the same as the tall one. They are not natural steps. They are narrow and steep. It wasn't so bad going up, but coming down you had to step down sideways and put your feet in front of each other. By the third step down I was leaning hard into the stairs above me. But I did it! Here's a picture of the steps, if you can tell anything by it.
At the top of the stairs was a market area and a pool. A pool! I couldn't help imagining Mayans swimming and frolicking around after hauling all that limestone around. Of course, the pool was empty so I didn't get to swim...there.
As I said in Part 1 we were told that a lot of the people selling things around us weren't selling things that were an active part of the ancient Mayan tradition. But as we were walking back to the main area, where we would split into our own groups and have some free time, this little girl sidled up to our group:
This is Elizabeth. Roberto, our Apple Tour guide said that a few months ago her mother approached him and asked if he would recommend that his tour groups purchase items from her family. They make embroidered handkerchiefs, dresses; like the one Elizabeth is wearing, blouses and dresses for grown ups. He said that this is something the Mayans would do, and continue to do today. Roberto also said that many families will bring their kids to where they sell goods at to help them earn money. But, when they do that the kids aren't able to go to school and education plays a pivotal role in these families rising up out of poverty. So Roberto told Elizabeth's mom that he would recommend that people buy from them, but only if she promised him something. That next year, when Elizabeth was 5, he would never see her at Chitzen Itza during the week. This way, as best as he was able, he would ensure that Elizabeth was in school.She was so cute. SO cute!
Sorry to keep you on the edges of your seats again (pete), but I'm exhausted. So part 3, maybe part 4 and the rant will have to wait until another day. I'm aiming to get up early tomorrow to pick up some crayons.
3.17.2009
Cancun Day 4: Wednesday; Part 1
Up and at 'em bright and early Wednesday. Not that Nicole and I were sleeping in at all. We had a hot date with a tour bus that would take us to Chichen Itza, the Mayan Ruins closest to Cancun. After a quick breakfast we went to wait for the bus. Soon enough they rolled up and we hopped on. The first thing you really need to know about the bus is that Nicole and I are not small girls...so the two of us crunched into tiny seats was crazy! But thankfully it wasn't a full bus so she moved up a few seats and we were both able to spread out. The second thing you need to understand is that this bus was FREEEEEEZING. Not just cold, just just freezing, but FREEEEEEZING. The air was as cold as possible and the blower was as high as possible....apparently that was the only speed the blower worked on. I was wrapped in both Nicole and I's towels for the whole trip there. It was teeth chattering cold.
I enjoyed the scenery for awhile, but the bus was so cold and cold makes me so very sleepy. Especially all snuggled under big fluffy beach towels. So I napped. I probably slept about an hour. One of the best things that came out of my trips to Europe in high school was learning to sleep under any conditions, whenever you can.
Finally, we arrived! The Mayan Ruins were the ONLY thing that I really requested we do while in Mexico and I was so stoked.
Roberto was our Apple Vacation tour guide and he was so passionate and knowledgeable about the Mayan history. (It's like it was his job or something). I'll let you look up info through the link above mostly...this post will be long enough as it is.
To set up the next post I have to tell you there were people lining the pathways selling all sorts of hand carved items, jewelry and clothing. They were everywhere, and they were shouting out that their locations were "cheaper than Walmart". But I had a substantial soapbox moment..which is of course a post within itself.
But I digress.
Roberto took us around and showed us the main temples, he also showed us the "football" field. Where the Mayans would have 7 players, 6 on the field and 1 on a raised runway trying to throw a ball through these tiny rock holes all the way down the field to score a point.
See the terribly off center ring at the bottom right of the picture. That's what they would have to throw the ball through. It was sort of like football, but they had clubs and spears. The Mayans would build all of this out of limestone they mined and they also carved intricate designs and pictures into the limestone. All of this was like 3000 years ago or something. Isn't that amazing?
Here are some of their carvings:
This is one of the players in the aforementioned games. Notice the club and the heavy armor.
This was some sort of location, platform maybe, that the warriors would congregate on before battle. There were 4 stairs for the 4 groups of warriors. They were represented by the Eagle, Jaguar, Snake, and something else that I can never remember. These are snakes.
You'll see that these carvings are of a Jaguar (on the left) and an Eagle (on the right). Locked in the talons/paws is a carving of the human heart. Roberto also said that the Mayans would paint all of these structures in vibrant blues, oranges, red. That, is just just insane to think about.
Well, I'm sleepy and I think this is going to be a 3 part post...not including the soap box post. SO you'll just have to stay tuned!
I enjoyed the scenery for awhile, but the bus was so cold and cold makes me so very sleepy. Especially all snuggled under big fluffy beach towels. So I napped. I probably slept about an hour. One of the best things that came out of my trips to Europe in high school was learning to sleep under any conditions, whenever you can.
Finally, we arrived! The Mayan Ruins were the ONLY thing that I really requested we do while in Mexico and I was so stoked.
Roberto was our Apple Vacation tour guide and he was so passionate and knowledgeable about the Mayan history. (It's like it was his job or something). I'll let you look up info through the link above mostly...this post will be long enough as it is.
To set up the next post I have to tell you there were people lining the pathways selling all sorts of hand carved items, jewelry and clothing. They were everywhere, and they were shouting out that their locations were "cheaper than Walmart". But I had a substantial soapbox moment..which is of course a post within itself.
But I digress.
Roberto took us around and showed us the main temples, he also showed us the "football" field. Where the Mayans would have 7 players, 6 on the field and 1 on a raised runway trying to throw a ball through these tiny rock holes all the way down the field to score a point.
See the terribly off center ring at the bottom right of the picture. That's what they would have to throw the ball through. It was sort of like football, but they had clubs and spears. The Mayans would build all of this out of limestone they mined and they also carved intricate designs and pictures into the limestone. All of this was like 3000 years ago or something. Isn't that amazing?
Here are some of their carvings:
This is one of the players in the aforementioned games. Notice the club and the heavy armor.
This was some sort of location, platform maybe, that the warriors would congregate on before battle. There were 4 stairs for the 4 groups of warriors. They were represented by the Eagle, Jaguar, Snake, and something else that I can never remember. These are snakes.
You'll see that these carvings are of a Jaguar (on the left) and an Eagle (on the right). Locked in the talons/paws is a carving of the human heart. Roberto also said that the Mayans would paint all of these structures in vibrant blues, oranges, red. That, is just just insane to think about.
Well, I'm sleepy and I think this is going to be a 3 part post...not including the soap box post. SO you'll just have to stay tuned!
3.16.2009
Cancun Day 3: Tuesday
Because I had pretty much passed out (thank you mango margaritas and Corona) at 930ish I was wide awake and bushy tailed by 630 Tuesday. I tossed and turned until about 7 and decided to get up and go downstairs. I snapped a few pictures and noticed all the lounges were starting to fill up with place holding towels already so I scoped out a few empties and planted it.
Sun rise, I could totally get out of bed really early if this is what I will see!
Look at how blue that water is! I just can't believe how blue it is!
This is the view from our hotel room.
So started a day that consisted of mainly reading magazines, napping, rotating on the lounge, occasionally splashing around in the pool and ocean, and people watching. It was pretty amazing.
I'm serious. That is all we did until 4pm.
At that point we went upstairs and showered, took another nap, got dressed and went on a Pirate dinner cruise. Sort of like Medieval Times, but on a pirate ship. By the time we got there on the bus we had a few minutes to wander around and pose for pictures with the pirates and Davey Jones. Now, I'm an adult, and I realize there was another adult in the costume....but he totally freaked me out.
This is one of the boats in our armada (is that the right word?)
I told Matthew these were my friends Carrrrghl, Darrghl and Bob
See? CREEPY!
There was music, dancing, pirates swinging through the air and sword fights. There was a lot of piratey stuff, but it was also just a good time. The pirates were hilarious, and even better....there was an open bar.
Oh, but there was the most irritating woman on the boat sitting across from her. But apparently, I was so uncouth (by saying pee) that she moved tables. That was after she stated I reminded her of her daughter, which she later retracted. I am sooooo charming!
After the boat ride we rode the bus alllll the way back down the strip to the hotel and collapsed into bed. Chitzen Itza was next, and we had a 8am date with a tour bus.
Sun rise, I could totally get out of bed really early if this is what I will see!
Look at how blue that water is! I just can't believe how blue it is!
This is the view from our hotel room.
So started a day that consisted of mainly reading magazines, napping, rotating on the lounge, occasionally splashing around in the pool and ocean, and people watching. It was pretty amazing.
I'm serious. That is all we did until 4pm.
At that point we went upstairs and showered, took another nap, got dressed and went on a Pirate dinner cruise. Sort of like Medieval Times, but on a pirate ship. By the time we got there on the bus we had a few minutes to wander around and pose for pictures with the pirates and Davey Jones. Now, I'm an adult, and I realize there was another adult in the costume....but he totally freaked me out.
This is one of the boats in our armada (is that the right word?)
I told Matthew these were my friends Carrrrghl, Darrghl and Bob
See? CREEPY!
There was music, dancing, pirates swinging through the air and sword fights. There was a lot of piratey stuff, but it was also just a good time. The pirates were hilarious, and even better....there was an open bar.
Oh, but there was the most irritating woman on the boat sitting across from her. But apparently, I was so uncouth (by saying pee) that she moved tables. That was after she stated I reminded her of her daughter, which she later retracted. I am sooooo charming!
After the boat ride we rode the bus alllll the way back down the strip to the hotel and collapsed into bed. Chitzen Itza was next, and we had a 8am date with a tour bus.
3.15.2009
Day 2 Cancun
-Monday-
We had schedule a Jungle Boat Tour with our Apple Rep for Monday. For whatever reason we didn't seem to be able to sleep past 730 or 8 Cancun time, so that's when we got up. After a quick bite we head to the bus for the ride to the boat place. We signed up to drive our own speed boat (following a guide) out the lagoon into the Caribbean and in and out of jungle inlets. We would ultimately reach the reef where we would snorkel. Back by noon with most of the day left to lay around sunning and drinking.
First, a disclaimer:
I like to pretend that I'm adventurous, but I'm really not.
Nicole drove first because I wanted to know what it was like before I drove. I'm so glad she drove because I.WAS.TERRIFIED.
It was crazy scary. I shrieked and shouted, clutched the sides of the boat. I was terrified.
The water was really choppy out, and we would hit a wave and take off in the air....like jumping the track on a roller coaster. Only instead of jumping just a little we were clearing the water by feet and then slamming back into it.
But we survived. Of course. After several leisurely jaunts through little jungle channels we made it to the reef. It was time to snorkel!
It takes me a few seconds to acclimate to breathing through the tube and to realize I'm probably not swimming in a pool of piranhas. Nicole and I are swimming out past the buoys towards the reefy area. I'm trying to explain to Nicole how to clear her mask underwater so she doesn't have to come up if she doesn't want to. We take a brief detour through the reason I know that information and why on earth I was watching "The Girls Next Door".
So I turn around and go butt up placing my face underwater. Only to realize that I am literally SURROUNDED by a school of purpley striped fish. School was out and they were swarming me! I started shrieking for no reason, and scared this 13 or 14 y/o girl that was with our group...she started screaming too (which was awesome)
We finally calmed down and I just started floating and looking. I would intermittently get kicked in the face by Nicole's fins. I saw a camo fish that I could only see if I stayed very still. Only then would the fish move around and "unblend" from the bottom of the ocean. Only to soon it was time to get back to the boats. Oh, right....the boats. The boats that sat pretty high up from the water and didn't have ladders on them.
Good thing the Jungle Tour guide was strong, because he had to haul my substantial ass back up in the boat. No joke, I slid up on the front of that boat like a whale beaching itself in Tahiti. It.Was.Ridiculous.
But I was on the boat, so I peeled off my flippers and tossed them in the backseat. I proceeded to make the most intelligent decisions....ever. I stood up. On the front of the boat (is that the stern or the bow?) I took one step towards the seats and immediately slipped and fell into the front seat of the boat. But I didn't fall gracefully (and I'm not convinced there is such a thing anyway), fell on the steering wheel. Well, not all of me fell on the steering wheel. Just the right half of my body. The left half fell into the floor space in front of the steering wheel. Yep, that's right...I was straddling the steering wheel of the boat if front of the not unattractive speed boat guide.
Soon, it was time to brave death and drive back to the dock. I drove for approximately 235.4 feet. I realized that I was even more terrified to drive, because to drive I would have to keep my eyes open and at least one hand on the wheel. Nicole and I did a little flip flop of roles and I latched my hands back onto the side of the boat. It wasn't quite as rough on the way back....but there were definitely moments that we caught some air.
When all was said and done, I tipped the guide because I was still alive.
The rest of the day was pretty dull compared to that. We layed around the pool, drank, jumped in waves and floated in the ocean, took a few naps. By the time the sun started going down we decided to go get all gussied up for our fancy dinner at Mexico Lindo. We wore dresses. It was awesome.
While Nicole was in the shower I was all dressed and ready, and bored....with a camera. So I took a lot of random pics of myself, which she walked out and caught me doing. My strange single/living alone behavior is apparently hilarious to other people.
Dinner was awesome, I had filet mignon...for desert though....oh lawdy I had the best desert. Churros, freshly baked, warm and right from the oven churros. I'm sorry Costco, but that crap you call Churros isn't going to cut it anymore. Better yet, it was served drizzled with caramel and with a scoop of chocolate ice cream...and SLICES OF KIWI. KIWI!
(Have I mentioned that for every meal I ate I always had a gigantic plate piled high with fresh fruit. Three times a day...huge heaping helpings of fruit!)
We had some deliciously strong Mango Margaritas too...so good!
We stumbled up to bed. I passed out hard at the crazy late hour of...930pm. Oh my goodness I felt old.
We had schedule a Jungle Boat Tour with our Apple Rep for Monday. For whatever reason we didn't seem to be able to sleep past 730 or 8 Cancun time, so that's when we got up. After a quick bite we head to the bus for the ride to the boat place. We signed up to drive our own speed boat (following a guide) out the lagoon into the Caribbean and in and out of jungle inlets. We would ultimately reach the reef where we would snorkel. Back by noon with most of the day left to lay around sunning and drinking.
First, a disclaimer:
I like to pretend that I'm adventurous, but I'm really not.
Nicole drove first because I wanted to know what it was like before I drove. I'm so glad she drove because I.WAS.TERRIFIED.
It was crazy scary. I shrieked and shouted, clutched the sides of the boat. I was terrified.
The water was really choppy out, and we would hit a wave and take off in the air....like jumping the track on a roller coaster. Only instead of jumping just a little we were clearing the water by feet and then slamming back into it.
But we survived. Of course. After several leisurely jaunts through little jungle channels we made it to the reef. It was time to snorkel!
It takes me a few seconds to acclimate to breathing through the tube and to realize I'm probably not swimming in a pool of piranhas. Nicole and I are swimming out past the buoys towards the reefy area. I'm trying to explain to Nicole how to clear her mask underwater so she doesn't have to come up if she doesn't want to. We take a brief detour through the reason I know that information and why on earth I was watching "The Girls Next Door".
So I turn around and go butt up placing my face underwater. Only to realize that I am literally SURROUNDED by a school of purpley striped fish. School was out and they were swarming me! I started shrieking for no reason, and scared this 13 or 14 y/o girl that was with our group...she started screaming too (which was awesome)
We finally calmed down and I just started floating and looking. I would intermittently get kicked in the face by Nicole's fins. I saw a camo fish that I could only see if I stayed very still. Only then would the fish move around and "unblend" from the bottom of the ocean. Only to soon it was time to get back to the boats. Oh, right....the boats. The boats that sat pretty high up from the water and didn't have ladders on them.
Good thing the Jungle Tour guide was strong, because he had to haul my substantial ass back up in the boat. No joke, I slid up on the front of that boat like a whale beaching itself in Tahiti. It.Was.Ridiculous.
But I was on the boat, so I peeled off my flippers and tossed them in the backseat. I proceeded to make the most intelligent decisions....ever. I stood up. On the front of the boat (is that the stern or the bow?) I took one step towards the seats and immediately slipped and fell into the front seat of the boat. But I didn't fall gracefully (and I'm not convinced there is such a thing anyway), fell on the steering wheel. Well, not all of me fell on the steering wheel. Just the right half of my body. The left half fell into the floor space in front of the steering wheel. Yep, that's right...I was straddling the steering wheel of the boat if front of the not unattractive speed boat guide.
Soon, it was time to brave death and drive back to the dock. I drove for approximately 235.4 feet. I realized that I was even more terrified to drive, because to drive I would have to keep my eyes open and at least one hand on the wheel. Nicole and I did a little flip flop of roles and I latched my hands back onto the side of the boat. It wasn't quite as rough on the way back....but there were definitely moments that we caught some air.
When all was said and done, I tipped the guide because I was still alive.
The rest of the day was pretty dull compared to that. We layed around the pool, drank, jumped in waves and floated in the ocean, took a few naps. By the time the sun started going down we decided to go get all gussied up for our fancy dinner at Mexico Lindo. We wore dresses. It was awesome.
While Nicole was in the shower I was all dressed and ready, and bored....with a camera. So I took a lot of random pics of myself, which she walked out and caught me doing. My strange single/living alone behavior is apparently hilarious to other people.
Dinner was awesome, I had filet mignon...for desert though....oh lawdy I had the best desert. Churros, freshly baked, warm and right from the oven churros. I'm sorry Costco, but that crap you call Churros isn't going to cut it anymore. Better yet, it was served drizzled with caramel and with a scoop of chocolate ice cream...and SLICES OF KIWI. KIWI!
(Have I mentioned that for every meal I ate I always had a gigantic plate piled high with fresh fruit. Three times a day...huge heaping helpings of fruit!)
We had some deliciously strong Mango Margaritas too...so good!
We stumbled up to bed. I passed out hard at the crazy late hour of...930pm. Oh my goodness I felt old.
3.14.2009
Cancun Day 1
Well here we go!
Nicole and I had arrived in Cancun about 630 the night before. After plodding through customs and the airport (which was RIPE with commentary on people's travel habits and outfits) and making it onto the Apple shuttle it was 730. We had to get to the hotel and checked in, which took us to 830, and by then we were willing to eat almost anything. We grabbed a questionable dinner where I inadvertently ate seafood (which I really don't like). There was also this guy at the restaurant that had a stuffed dog with a rope leash on it. This guy ordered the dog drinks and prepared him plates of food. It.was.weird. He would also randomly burst out into song.
We wandered the pool/beach area breathing in the sea air and consuming a free beverage or two, then we were so tired we just went to bed.
Sunday:
For some reason we couldn't sleep in. So by 730 we were reluctantly awake and ready to do something. So we got up, dressed, and wandered downstairs to a buffet breakfast, after we booked some tours with our Apple Vacation rep. Then, finally, it was time to hit the beach!
So warm and sunny. Plus the free drinks helped to cool us down. We got to swim in the ocean which was crazy blue, and people watching was simultaneously hilarious and scary.
After what seemed like HOURS we wandered over to another buffet for lunch. After lunch we decided to head upstairs and change to maybe wander down the strip and ship some. When we got to the room we realized it was only 1:30! WHAT?!
We changed, got on the bus and went down to the flea markets and just wandered in and out of stores and markets looking at everything. Again, after what seemed like HOURS we decided to head back to the hotel. When we arrived back at the hotel it was 4:30! How the hell was it only 430?
We decided to nap and watch some of the few English channels available and just wait for dinner time. Needless to say, we felt really old.
So dinner was good, and the drinks were awesome. We decided to hang out in the Lobby Bar and watch the college students that were intent on getting alcohol poisoning their first night. We had noticed posters advertising the Mr. Barcelo (the name of our hotel) contest that night in the reception room so we wandered down there and checked it out. That was so hilarious! They pulled 4 guys out of the audience and had them competing in a competition. Their challenges included:
Dancing to Right Said Fred's "I'm to Sexy" (one dude was totally break dancing, spinning on the floor and everything)
A beer drinking competition. They had to do push ups with a long straw in their mouth that they drank the beer through
A kissing competition. They had to run around and kiss as many ladies in the audience as possible.
Finally they had to had a drag competition where they dress up as celebrities and danced around.
It might have been all the tequila and Corona, but I was laughing so hard my face still hurt the next morning. It was to fun.
We staggered upstairs and collapsed into bed. We had an early morning date with a speed boat and coral reef the next day.
The beds slept great and that night at least we didn't hear any peeps from the college students that were partying around us.
Nicole and I had arrived in Cancun about 630 the night before. After plodding through customs and the airport (which was RIPE with commentary on people's travel habits and outfits) and making it onto the Apple shuttle it was 730. We had to get to the hotel and checked in, which took us to 830, and by then we were willing to eat almost anything. We grabbed a questionable dinner where I inadvertently ate seafood (which I really don't like). There was also this guy at the restaurant that had a stuffed dog with a rope leash on it. This guy ordered the dog drinks and prepared him plates of food. It.was.weird. He would also randomly burst out into song.
We wandered the pool/beach area breathing in the sea air and consuming a free beverage or two, then we were so tired we just went to bed.
Sunday:
For some reason we couldn't sleep in. So by 730 we were reluctantly awake and ready to do something. So we got up, dressed, and wandered downstairs to a buffet breakfast, after we booked some tours with our Apple Vacation rep. Then, finally, it was time to hit the beach!
So warm and sunny. Plus the free drinks helped to cool us down. We got to swim in the ocean which was crazy blue, and people watching was simultaneously hilarious and scary.
After what seemed like HOURS we wandered over to another buffet for lunch. After lunch we decided to head upstairs and change to maybe wander down the strip and ship some. When we got to the room we realized it was only 1:30! WHAT?!
We changed, got on the bus and went down to the flea markets and just wandered in and out of stores and markets looking at everything. Again, after what seemed like HOURS we decided to head back to the hotel. When we arrived back at the hotel it was 4:30! How the hell was it only 430?
We decided to nap and watch some of the few English channels available and just wait for dinner time. Needless to say, we felt really old.
So dinner was good, and the drinks were awesome. We decided to hang out in the Lobby Bar and watch the college students that were intent on getting alcohol poisoning their first night. We had noticed posters advertising the Mr. Barcelo (the name of our hotel) contest that night in the reception room so we wandered down there and checked it out. That was so hilarious! They pulled 4 guys out of the audience and had them competing in a competition. Their challenges included:
Dancing to Right Said Fred's "I'm to Sexy" (one dude was totally break dancing, spinning on the floor and everything)
A beer drinking competition. They had to do push ups with a long straw in their mouth that they drank the beer through
A kissing competition. They had to run around and kiss as many ladies in the audience as possible.
Finally they had to had a drag competition where they dress up as celebrities and danced around.
It might have been all the tequila and Corona, but I was laughing so hard my face still hurt the next morning. It was to fun.
We staggered upstairs and collapsed into bed. We had an early morning date with a speed boat and coral reef the next day.
The beds slept great and that night at least we didn't hear any peeps from the college students that were partying around us.
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