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Published: September 16th 2008
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Carnival
The dreaded ship. When I ported Cozumel, a frightful image appeared at a distance....a Carnival cruise liner. Oh no! (I thought) Sure enough...as I walked to my hostel, nothing but fat Americans were roaming the streets (probably looking for cheeseburgers and Bud Light). It's ok I thought, they'll probably just be here for a day or so. I got settled, showered and went out to look for a bite to eat and a beer (cheeseburger and Bud Light). After I ate, I roamed some local bars, but they were dead....looked boring. Let me begin by saying that drinking by yourself sort of sucks sometimes. Javier and I parted ways after Isla de Mujeres. He had to make his way back to San Fran and I was off to Cozumel. Anyway, while looking for a bar I passed by Senor Frogs and saw quite a few people there. Can't be bad...right? Wrong! When I walked in there the place was packed with Americans from Carnival. The bar had a black American host who had a mic and was acting like a jackass getting the Carnival cruisers to act like jackasses themselves. They "raised the roof", fat chicks danced on chairs (frightening), and the host got
Congo Line
I had to take a photo of this. them to congo line dance. Ah man! At this point, the bar was oozing cheese out of its windows. I had ordered a beer, so I was stuck for a little bit. Then....the "electric slide" made it's appearance. That did it. I chugged my beer and was out of there! I found a local dead bar and had a few more beers then called it a night.
The next day I decided to rent a scooter in order to cruise the island and check out the beaches. It's quite a big island, so I needed the transportation. My scooter was awesome! It drove fast and was easy to handle. I was sure to pick up some honies on this ride. I looked freakin' cool wearing my yellow helmet....come on! Cozumel's buildings are ok. There are some hotels that look nice, but the town itself looked like any other developed Mexican town. The beaches however, WOW! They were beautiful. The water was a light shade of aqua green and you could see straight through it. I rode my scooter through the coastal road, stopping and swimming at random beaches. It was really cool! I also got to check out some
Crowned
Some girl getting crowned. Mayan ruins.
After swimming , I headed back to town and showered. I wanted to check out what else the town had to offer. In the plaza, they actually had a little festival where various dancers and musicians performed. It was cool. Some kids danced, some girl sang, and another girl was crowned something...for a reason I didn't know.
Since I rented the scooter for 24 hours, I still had some time on it the next day. So, I decided to head off to the beaches again. Just to clear things up on my title. I didn't actually "run" over a Mexican....I sort of of hit him with my scooter at 20 mph or so. Here's the story: As I was driving on the coastline road, a vehicle all of a sudden stopped a few feet ahead of me and it looked like the driver of the vehicle started talking to some dude on the other side of the road. The dude walked up to the drivers-side of the vehicle and started chatting away. This was happening in the middle of the road by the way. So, since I was driving at a good rate of speed, I
Performers
Dancers and mariachis. decided to slow down and go around the two jackasses who thought it'd be a good idea to chat in the middle of the only road around. As I approached closer and moved over to the left to pass them, all of a sudden the vehicle drove off and the guy jumped right in front of my path without looking. I slammed on my brakes and SMACK! The guy didn't fall, but got the shit scared out of him. We exchanged a few friendly curses, then I was off again. I went out for another swim. I didn't let that incident ruin my day.
After almost killing a Mexican, I returned the scooter and went off to look for some NFL games. I was sure a local bar would have them. Sho nuff. I found one with a $1 beer special. That's what I'm talking about. I hung out at the bar and watched one game. I didn't feel like drinking anymore, so I headed off to the movies. Saw the new Ben Stiller movie. It was sort of funny. Wait for the DVD. After the movies, I cruised by a local carnival. I watched this kid jumping on
Tower
Viva Mexico indeed. a trampoline that was set up too close to power lines. Only in Mexico.
I made my way back to the bar to see the primetime game, my Steelers vs. the Browns. As I was watching the game, I started talking to a local Mexican man. He asked me questions about the game then proceeded to ask if I was Indian....you know, from India. What da hell?! I wonder if my friend Krishna (from India) ever thought I was Indian. While in Mexico I've been mistaken for being Italian or French, but Indian?? First time I guess. After I told him I was Mexican-American, his face shot back a look of confusion. This dude was obviously drunk. Anyway, my Steelers won, so I was happy.
Tomorrow I head off to Tulum. Heard the beach is kick ass there too. Ahhhhh....time to chill.
lates,
alex
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