Cancun: the final chapter
Trip Start
Mar 17, 2007
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Cancun,
Mexico
Thursday, May 10, 2007
When my hubby opens his eyes, I loaded the new pictures and wrote one story. It is a bizarre morning. When I crawl back into bed, Dr T has 'agenda points'. It reminds me strongly of my friend Michael. The first 10 minutes, or even the first hour when you see him, he goes through all the practicalities. Point per point they are issued and decision are made and then the socializing can begin. I always thought this very funny and expected him to really pull out an agenda one day, on one of our many diners or BBQs. Deutsche Grundlichheid? I do not know. But: it is effective.
Dr T does the same this morning: first agenda point: how are my ears
Dinner with Hooters
. Second: my cough. Third: my sinuses. Forth: cannot tell you (is normally point 1, every day, no not true, point one is a hug, a kiss and an I love you, how is that for soppy?) Point 5: stay another couple of days??? I am not thrilled. Never got grabbed by Cancun. Yes, I know it has white sandy beaches and turquoise water but still, ... . Hubby's argument is: if your cold is not finished, there is not much we can do in Cozumel, since it is a real diving place. I have to p.. on it though. Dr T had a LOVE HOLIDAY WITH ONE OF HIS PREVIOUS GIRLFRIENDS HERE! It is vaguely decided we might stay and then look for a nice resort in Cozumel.We go for late lazy lunch and go back to bed. Can we? We are on holiday? I write some more in the afternoon and then hubby goes to turn in his computer game on the roof. No kidding, unprotected wireless, not in the room but there are chairs and tables on the roof of our hostel. I go shopping, do the laundry and withdraw money. When Tony says: do not book more nights yet: I found some nice resort in Cozumel for a reasonable price, I am a happy puppy.
When I come back, we look at the resort hubby found and find a there is a nice one..
Pls book. We did. For a whole week! A lot of p..ing! Dr T disappears to check out the busses and I start talking to a very nice British couple, who joined us with a beer on the roof, too. Turns out they are doing exactly the same thing we do, quite their jobs, sold everything and are on a world tour. Tony comes back with the bus info (yes, just show up tomorrow morning at the center bus station and there is a bus to the Cozumel ferry every 10 minutes). We spent a pleasant 2 hour with our new friends (he is a chef too, with a very picking eating partner too), while I also try to send my stories (there were already complains about the delay!) and chat to my brother
Wifi zone
. Nick is joining us. He is from Melbourne, very good looking (I thought he was 18 but turns out to be 28), arrived yesterday and starts an adventurous tour tomorrow.We leave for diner after nine and the 'empty' feeling inside me confronts me with the fact I do miss a bit some company, chatting and human contact.
We take the bus to the Hotel Zone and end up in Hooters. Know Hooters? Well, boys and their toys: I know: it could be taken as not so nice to women: it is a resto where big b...... girls serve you:
http://www.hooters.com/
We get back after 12, I go to bed with my book and wake up at 3, so much aware of the fact a dear friend of mine is burying her mum and I am not there to hold her hand.
What else? WHERE IS HUBBY? No hubby. I look in the room. No note. Laptop gone. Is he on the roof. I do not want to start looking for him. I will get more and more worried if I cannot find him AND I have to leave the door unlocked. Almost an hour later, hubby comes in
Any questions?
. He did leave a note. And took it.He falls asleep immediately. I sleep badly. Hear every noise in the hostel. Until we met the nice people outside I was disappointed about the inhabitants of the hostels. I thought there would be a 'we backpackers' feeling. But, now, I got almost no reaction on my friendly hellos. I also find them rude. No matter what time they come home or leave: a lot of noise: screaming, slamming doors, ... . I have several theories, one weirder than the other. Our age? The average backpacker is 25 and they look at us as those old fogies. Stranger theory: is it my cough? No kidding, I have coughing fits that sound like the mating call of some wild beast. Maybe they think I have some bad disease.
The alarm clock goes off at 08h30 and I go and get us some coffee and ...
