Be Careful What You Wear Please
Trip Start Sep 07, 2011
54Trip End Dec 22, 2011
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Today on the bus back to Cancun I sat across from an older man wearing a brand new tee shirt. In fact, this thing was so new the sleeves still had their factory creases in them and the screenprint had not even met its slow demise from laundry detergent. Actually it's the screenprint that is cause for alarm here and this relates to folks back home wearing those graphic tees. Bear with me here. You see...this old man is clueless to the fact that he is part of not only the Federal Bureau of Intoxication but also the Department of Drinking
And not two minutes after arriving in Cancun I spotted another old man at the bus station wearing a tee shirt for a wet bikini contest and beer bash at some bar here. I am fully convinced he is clueless as well though the cartoon chick bending over in the bikini on the back may provide some insight. Do you know what your Chinese graphic tees say? Perhaps your tattoo anounces to all who speak Mandarin you are a member of the Red China Communist Drinking Authority. I don't know. Just saying.
Before all this tee shirt excitement became the highlight of an otherwise quiet day, the much anticipated kayak trip along the mangroves and inner waterways never did come to fruition. Two of the people who signed up backed out and the trip wouldn't run with just 3 people. Oh well. It's just as well. The same area where I got attacked by mosquitos on the bike is where I would have paddled for three hours, and I am realizing that no bugspray in the world is powerful enough to deter the locals. I got to see the flamingos already from the shoreline while poking around the backwaters yesterday. The island was blazing hot this morning and still largely under water so I didn't do much but watch the Gulfo de Mexico do its thing
Not only did the street water mean even more fertile mosquito breeding grounds, but it also meant I had to break down and actually take a golf cart taxi to the dock. A guy was leaving at the same time so we shared a ride for 15 pesos each. That's just over a buck. I like a bargain but that is a dollar too much when I should be walking a few blocks! Riding on the golfcart was just as sweaty an affair as a foot journey believe it or not. Only difference is I had to pay a dollar for the pleasure of hanging on for dear life as this thing bounced through potholes and water, but there was no way today I could have maneuvered the sand swamps, especially with a rolling bag.
So I've come full circle and am right back where I started a few days ago sitting on the same patio writing this. As I hang with the same people I had left behind, I am noticing a trend. People just come to these places and sit around all day doing nothing. To each his own for sure but I need to see stuff and get out. A few even asked me how the island was as if it is some exotic far off place. Help me to understand...you have flown here all the way from England or Spain and are traveling 6 months through Latin America and Holbox Island is too out of the way to get to? Oh man
I had my favorite meal again so far in Mexico. A taco stand around the corner sells amazing little soft corn tortillas stuffed with goodness for about 40 cents each. They are called Tacos al Pastor and I pray the al Pastor isn't code for meat that meowed or woofed in a former life. Oh wait, I am not in Hanoi. The cuisine should be safe.
How I got here:
5 minute taxi from Tribu Hostel to dock - 15 pesos ($1.10) :(
Hermanos Ferry Line from Holbox Island to Chiquila - 1300 departure 70 pesos ($5) 25 minutes
Mayab bus from Chiquila to downtown bus terminal - 1340 departure 80 pesos ($5.90) 2:45
5 minute walk from terminal to Hostel Quetzal - free :)
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