Coral Cay, Mexico
Trip Start Apr 06, 2007
7Trip End Apr 13, 2007
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Today, our port of call was Coral Cay, Mexico. For our excursion, we chose an "all-you-can-drink on the beach all day" excursion. We were loaded on a bus when we got to port, and they drove us through miles and miles through mangroves. It wasn't so bad--although the driver was pretty crazy. The rich, southern tourists were MORE annoying than anything else. People can be so....so.......so.......ugh.... I don't know. When I travel to other countries--whether I walk there, or arrive on a gigantic ship--I see myself as an ambassador of the U.S. It made me disgusted the way some of these people behaved, and the things that they said
ANYWAY, it was a nice day, and I got a great start on my cruise tan. The only other thing that sort of induced the rant above was this: Here we are, on a beautiful beach, perfect weather, palm trees, crystal waters...rum punch... Tourists were able to rent snorkles, masks, swim with dolphins, etc. My problem occurred when I put my book down, unwillingly--I might add--due to the excited giggles, shouts, and splashing occuring only feet away from me, and which I could hear above the Kenny Chesney blaring through my earbuds. Some kids were seeing starfish for the first time, apparently. At first it was cute. Children with their parents enjoying the moment. I remember when I used to go to Sea World with my family, and get to touch all the animals in the tide pool. I have some great memories of those times, and just as I was about to get all philisophical about witnessing such a special moment in perfect stranger's lives.... The child screams, "I WANNA KEEP IT!!!!!!" Sure the kid was annoying, but what the mother did was worse. The mother, to my shock and horror, said, "Ok honey, let's take it to our spot. Their "spot" being right next to my spot.
So, mom and sons take the starfish back to their beach beds. Luckily I could hide my horror, blatant eavesdropping, and glare behind my sunglasses. I managed to control my creeping anger for a little while.... To my digust, over the following two hours, these children went back and forth from the ocean to their towels, picking up every sea creature they could find to take it back to mommy
After about a half hour of shopping, and rum punch--Romie managed to distract me long enough to calm me down. When we walked back to our spot, I got a good view of the piles of sea life quite literally cooking on the towels of the brats. The she-devil and beasts must have been off searching for more of God's creatures to kill, but now their presense was replaced with The Reproducer himself--apparently their father. The mid-fifties, burnt to a crisp, beer belly overshadowing the speedo, freckly headed, hair-thinning, "father" noticed my gaping mouth and apparent hostility because he figured the best thing to do was to say to me with his thick, southern drawl, "What hunny? Yooou want one toooo?" Chuckle, chuckle. Romie almost had to hold me back. That's right about the same time that I huffily snatched up my things, and found a hammok far, far away from those bastards.
Other than that it was a great day!!!
I appologize, citizens of Mexico and other tourist traps all over the world for the behavior of my people, and their egocentric world view.