Mexico #3

I'm sure part 1 sent you into deep depression as your empathy and sympathy for our well being brought you to near tears. Part 2 is light hearted, cheerful, fun, and full of the same BS you've come to expect. Right now I'm lounging in a hammock by the Doris Albino pool filled with attractive bikini clad females. OK there's a 4 year old with a look of relief on her face and a yellow wave drifting away.
Back in Cancun our eco friendly hotel, the Del Ray Caribbean, used composting/an open air garbage pit, gray water recycling/the sink and shower drained directly on the plants outside, and solar hot tub and swimming pool/when the sun beat down midday it warmed it to a scorching 58 degrees. Our room door was a mere 15 feet from the hot tub. Checking to make sure no one contaminated the azure pool, I slipped in and relaxed before two small pests made their way to my comfortable single seat/crowded triple seat sanctuary. Using my vast knowledge of hydraulics I positioned my leg so the hot tub jet billowed my old man baggy swim suit. With a sly grin as they started to enter I pointed to the huge bubble and went full grin. They stopped. I pushed down releasing a rush of air to the surface and pinched my nose with thumb and fingers. They swallowed hard, turned with a gasp toward each other, and scurried to mama pointing and whispering in her ear. With a look of disgust they packed their crap and departed for their eco friendly room.
Our first class bus ticket from Cancun to Chichen Itza included a delightful "The Rock" movie about a pro football quarterback and his daughter. Even with dubbed Spanish we followed the complex story line, single dad might lose custody, doesn't, nails daughter's ballet teacher.
Last night and today is why we travel. The sound and light show at the 9 tier Mayan Temple, El Castillo, bathed the mass of Mayan masonry in multi colored magic although a little commercial. Even though the narration was in far more complex Spanish than our "Go - Diego - Go" translations we could follow its meaning. "The Mayans lived, built the temple/pyramid to their Gods, and used it as an excuse to cut the heart out of the horny pool boy dipping into the wife's cenote." This morning we dined on delicious crumbling pop tarts, rode the free Doris Albino shuttle to the ruins, and had the most wonderful day walking through history, taking pictures of pyramids, and huge 40 foot gray iguanas before the tour busses unloaded a gazillion assorted Mexican, French, Spanish, English, American, and one small Albanian tourist. By the way, the grass is green, the red hibiscus scent the air, the palm trees are swaying in a 75 degree tropical breeze as I lounge in a hammock under a thatched roof having completely forgotten Bucky's Hell Ride to Death - Almost. Want more DonKey Drivel? Go to Amazon Books and get Four Keys Overseas.

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