When we last met, I mentioned that I would be going scuba diving in a cenote today.
And I didn’t die.
But I thought about it.
After our enlightening–albeit relatively tame– tour yesterday at Sian Ka’an Biosphere Reserve, I guess I must have had a hidden desire to scare the bejesus out of myself today, so I went deep into the subterranean belly of Mother Earth knowing I had a slight equipment malfunction.
But I want to let that tale simmer a bit before I enthrall you with the details.
That, and I need to sober up a bit after a heavy dose of rum and pineapple juice I self-prescribed to quell the nerves.
By the time you are reading this we should be en route back to Norteamérica.
We are already going through the whole paradise withdrawal bit before we even get to the airport, as we start thinking about work and the mass of chores that will be awaiting our arrival home.
But first, we get to do the whole waiting routine at the airport for hours and hours.
That’s after our bags are frisked for forbidden items.
Then we sit. And sit.
It has been a great trip, as our ventures down south of the border generally are.
The Mexican people are hard working and friendly, and unbelievably tolerant of loud Americans throwing around more cash for a meal than many of them probably see in a week–or maybe even a month.
As always, we attempt to be respectful and try to speak the language, as best we can.
Yesterday I thought I was ordering a taco and beer and the next thing I knew the waitress was screaming to her father and I thought I heard someone say something about getting the machete.
So it was vamanos, rapido for me.
Sin taco y sin cerveza!
(Sin means “without” in Spanish. I was not referring to the sin to common decency that apparently I had inadvertently suggested to the poor waitress.)
My time back north will be short as I soon head back to the opposite coast of Mexico as I begin a month-long sail up the Pacific coast.
But I promise to get the rest of the story out on my cenote adventure.
It certainly fulfilled the Adventure Travel aspect of my genre: the Humor part, not so much.
I leave you with one last photo, of a beautiful Akumal sunset as we look out onto the beautiful Caribbean sea.
And just to keep you busy…there is something wrong with the sunset picture: what is it?
First correct guess gets an autographed copy of my first travel book (which will likely get published when hell freezes over).
Photo by J. Bilek