You know when nothing major really happens, but you think to yourself, "maybe I should not have woken up today"? Well, Cancun is giving me that feeling consistently. Possibly through no fault of its own. Just silly little things that have been happening.
I don't know if I "vibed" myself into being a little negative on the flight across. The flight attendant, before we took off, warned us about the Taxi scams and the theft. And I spent 2 hours of flying time thinking about not being ripped off by taxi drivers.
In the end the shuttle price was ok. not great, but ok. $24 US return. What puzzled me was the shocked expression when I tried to pay in pesos.
The hotel is at km4 on the Kukulcan Blvd. Which basically means 5 km from where it starts. Oops. I figured one end of Cancun was just like the other end. Which is may be. But I am guessing the middle of the Blvd is probably better than either end.
However, better just means louder and more expensive so I think i am going to get past that. There are a few small restaurants near the hotel so they will be fine.
I went for a short night walk last night. I got to the 5 km mark and walked down to the private beach there. Couldn't see anything. It was night after all. Then it started to rain. So I briskly walked to one of those local restaurants, about 300 metres from my hotel. Had some steak tacos, which were yummy. But I will not be putting the sauce on them ever again. Aiyahh! I felt the burn.
It was right on the kerb outside the restaurant where a passing bus hit the puddle. It is the same thing as the beginning credits to "Sex and the City" where Carrie cops a drenching. but hers had nothing on mine! This wave went over my head and covered me. I really wish I could have watched it back. In hindsight it would have been some top class Funniest Home Videos work.
Somewhere along the way I also managed to lose 150 pesos. It was in my pocket with the camera. I have to assume that at some point I managed to pull the money out with the camera and.... hope you enjoy it Senor Mexicano. It's my gift to you.
I hung out the soaking clothes on the balcony of my room. Did some internet surfing then went back upstairs. There is only access in the lobby. But that's ok. Got ready to sleep and went to check on the clothes. No pants! Yes, they had been blown off the balcony. They were six floors down on the ground. But I was changed out of clothes and tired, so I decided to go down first thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning, the pants were gone. Hope you enjoy them, Senor Mexicano. They are my gift to you.
So, new pants then and off to explore the place. It was nice, flat walk along the Boulevarde. Though the views for most of it is just hotel facades. I got myself from Km 4 all the way to 11.5, past the party area and down to the Convenience store for back up refreshment, before returning. Halfway back, I realised that thongs were really the wrong idea for a 15 kilometre walk. My toes were really starting to hurt. They still are. Plus I have a really hard patch on the bottom of my right foot. It'll heal.
Upon getting back to the hotel, I also realised that no matter what, my feet are always going to end up looking like I have not applied sunscreen. They are so red. The rest of me is fine. I did apply. I did reapply. But I guess my feet are so used to shelter that they overreact.
So there it is. Nothing at all dramatic. But just the wrong vibe. Cancun is a little lost on me though, to be honest. I don't think I am at the age of "Phils gone wild" any more. Will go for a dip in the Caribbean later this arv though. That is essential!
I don't know if I "vibed" myself into being a little negative on the flight across. The flight attendant, before we took off, warned us about the Taxi scams and the theft. And I spent 2 hours of flying time thinking about not being ripped off by taxi drivers.
In the end the shuttle price was ok. not great, but ok. $24 US return. What puzzled me was the shocked expression when I tried to pay in pesos.
The hotel is at km4 on the Kukulcan Blvd. Which basically means 5 km from where it starts. Oops. I figured one end of Cancun was just like the other end. Which is may be. But I am guessing the middle of the Blvd is probably better than either end.
However, better just means louder and more expensive so I think i am going to get past that. There are a few small restaurants near the hotel so they will be fine.
I went for a short night walk last night. I got to the 5 km mark and walked down to the private beach there. Couldn't see anything. It was night after all. Then it started to rain. So I briskly walked to one of those local restaurants, about 300 metres from my hotel. Had some steak tacos, which were yummy. But I will not be putting the sauce on them ever again. Aiyahh! I felt the burn.
It was right on the kerb outside the restaurant where a passing bus hit the puddle. It is the same thing as the beginning credits to "Sex and the City" where Carrie cops a drenching. but hers had nothing on mine! This wave went over my head and covered me. I really wish I could have watched it back. In hindsight it would have been some top class Funniest Home Videos work.
Somewhere along the way I also managed to lose 150 pesos. It was in my pocket with the camera. I have to assume that at some point I managed to pull the money out with the camera and.... hope you enjoy it Senor Mexicano. It's my gift to you.
I hung out the soaking clothes on the balcony of my room. Did some internet surfing then went back upstairs. There is only access in the lobby. But that's ok. Got ready to sleep and went to check on the clothes. No pants! Yes, they had been blown off the balcony. They were six floors down on the ground. But I was changed out of clothes and tired, so I decided to go down first thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning, the pants were gone. Hope you enjoy them, Senor Mexicano. They are my gift to you.
So, new pants then and off to explore the place. It was nice, flat walk along the Boulevarde. Though the views for most of it is just hotel facades. I got myself from Km 4 all the way to 11.5, past the party area and down to the Convenience store for back up refreshment, before returning. Halfway back, I realised that thongs were really the wrong idea for a 15 kilometre walk. My toes were really starting to hurt. They still are. Plus I have a really hard patch on the bottom of my right foot. It'll heal.
Upon getting back to the hotel, I also realised that no matter what, my feet are always going to end up looking like I have not applied sunscreen. They are so red. The rest of me is fine. I did apply. I did reapply. But I guess my feet are so used to shelter that they overreact.
So there it is. Nothing at all dramatic. But just the wrong vibe. Cancun is a little lost on me though, to be honest. I don't think I am at the age of "Phils gone wild" any more. Will go for a dip in the Caribbean later this arv though. That is essential!
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