March 26, 2017
Day 1: DEN > CUN. And so it begins...Sunday March 26th
Sunday March 26th
On the flight to Cancun, there's a screaming infant on the plane. We're landing at Cancun, and this fetus is screaming its head off. You wouldn't think a child could make that much noise.
Finally, we land, and then we catch a shuttle to our rental car place, Carribbean Car Rental which is just a scam. There is no such thing as "Caribbean Car Rental" Just a racket. You go to American Car Rental, they put you on a shuttle, and then you go to the American Car Rental and, anything you had reserved from Carribbean Car Rental isn't there. Like, we had a reservation for a Jeep. But they don't have any Jeeps, or so they say. Our shuttle driver points out all of the Jeeps to us as we leave. What a fucking scam.
The shuttle driver drops us off at a cab driver. The cab driver agrees to take us to our hotel in Cancun. On the way, he needs to stop for gas. Jen and I run into the gas station, leaving all of our things in the cab. I take a photo of her and the taxi before we go into the store.
In the store, we start buying armloads of candy, always experimenting with new flavors.
Then, we get back in the van and when we get to the Aloft Cancun hotel, Jen realizes that she can't find the GoPro. It's lost. Not sure where it is. Now, she's upset. We get the taxi driver's phone number. He gets my phone number. And then we check into the hotel.
Shorly thereafter, he's on his way back to the hotel with a camera. We're hoping it's the GoPro. Sure enough. Dude returns to the hotel with the GoPro camera that she left in the shuttle van.
And, these are the people that Americans think you should fear. Half the world is afriad to come down here, and they're the nicest people in the world..
In the morning, we stay at the Aloft Cancun hotel. We are scheduled to check into the Ocean Dream hotel, but check in isn't until 3:00 p.m., and the flight lands at 5:00 a.m. So, my concern was that we'd be sort of stuck with no place to go from 5:00 a.m. - 3:00 p.m., so I made a separate reservation for the same day (essentially) at Aloft Cancun Hotel.
This turned out to be a solid move.
We were both exhausted when we landed, and the Carribbean Rental Car agency is just an internet scam, really. So, we didn't have a car, and we wouldn't really have had a place to go without our reservation for the Aloft Cancun hotel.
On the plane flight down, my glasses somehow broke. And then, walking around cancun, my flipflops tore/failed. So, we bought some new flip flops for me. They get you on the exchange rate down here. Like, the exchange rate is 19 to 1, but they claim it's 15:1, 17:1, 17.5:1, etc.
So, we check in at Aloft Cancun hotel at 6:44 a.m. They let us into the hotel and we crash hard. We both get into bed and promptly fall asleep until noon. Now, they want us out of the hotel, and we're begging for more time. But finally, they tell us "look...you can leave your suitcases in the lobby, and we'll give you towels to go to the beach, but you've got to leave the room. It's 12:45 p.m. and checkout was at noon.
So, we go walk down to the beach on the Carribbean side of the island. Then, we go into the ocean for a swim. The water is the perfect temperature, and we splash about int he waves crashing on us. The water is an amazing aqua color. There are no jellyfish. No stingrays. Nothing like that. It's paradise.
And we swim in the ocean until about 3:00 p.m. Now, we can check in at our other hotel, the Ocean Dream. So, we return the towels, fetch our suitcases, at catch a taxi to the next hotel, the Ocean Dream.
Like, words can't describe now nice the Ocean Dream is. It's not a hotel really. It's condos. So, we have a condo, on the first floor, facing the ocean, overlooking the pool. It's insanely decadent. Not bad considering that I just rolled the dice and picked this place out of a hat. We're litterally poolside. We open our sliding glass doors, and we're at the pool. Amazing.
We swim for a long time in the surt. Then, we walk into town for dinner. We settle on Carlos and Charlies, a famous, insane tourist trap restaurant. It's really indescribable. They're going around, putting balloon animals on people's heads, playing loud music, dancing, blowing whistles, serving shots, and somehow, in the middle of all of this, they're also running a restaurant of sorts. They bring me a yard of mango margarita and Jen gets a tropical dream. Like, this place would be shot down in 2 minutes in the USA.
Then, we walk back and
Posted by Rob Kiser on March 26, 2017 at 6:49 AM
I miss my daily travelogue. ;-0
Posted by: The Follower on March 30, 2017 at 8:22 PM