Phriday Photo Phiesta!

I haven't told you many stories from our vacation. In fact, I'm starting to feel like I never left. To be honest that worries me a little, because the bills for it haven't yet started rolling in. I should, in all fairness, at least feel rested until then, shouldn't I? So to help me get back into vacation mode, I will share the story of our other excursion.

We chose to do the "ATV through the jungle" tour. We would head through the jungle (thus the name of the tour) and stop by two cenotes, one of which would include a delightful meal, the second was an open cenote and advertised a zip-line into the water, and don't forget the trip to a real Mayan village.

We jumped into the decrepit old van that picked us up at our useless hotel and flew down the highway at speeds the Apollo itself didn't even reach.  When we got to the hosts of this excursion, we discovered that it was only us. And our guide. 

Have I mentioned that George and I alone together are just a wee bit dull?

We thrive in a group.

Our inner crazy comes out.

We. Are. A. Riot!

But alone? Just me and George?  

D*U*L*L!

So, after a brief lesson on using the ATVs we were off. 

Driving not through the jungle, but down the highway.

A straight highway.

There wasn't even a bend in the road.

No gravel.

Just a highway.

For about 20 minutes.

Suddenly we turn off the highway and head into the entrance of the first cenote. There, we are delighted to find trails and trees. 

It lasted about 20 seconds.

At the first cenote, they turned on the lights, and we walked down.

And just sat there.  Looking around.

I was just thinking, "Is this for real? Did we seriously just spend $150 USD on this?"

The poor guide. He asked if we wanted to swim.

Uh. Nope. Not really. 

So off we go to the second cenote. Back up 20 seconds of jungle trail.

And back to the highway.

We do end up going down another jungle path, but it's another short one.

At the next cenote that bragged about the zipline, we discover that there is no zipline.  The cable is there, but the T-bar is gone. So I commented that that was what I was looking forward to. (I'm a little scared of heights, so why this bothered me so much I'll ever know.)

So our poor guide says that another tour should be coming in and they will probably bring one.

Luckily they did and I volunteered George to try it out first to make sure it worked.

Aren't I sweet?

And then it was my turn.

George has just pointed out that when my arms are up like that, my boobs are miraculously back up where they should be.

Nice.

Yup. I'm a loser. I did the zipline once, and not again thank you very much.  I spent the rest of the time trying to get up onto a surfboard. 

I didn't quite succeed.

And then off we went back to town to have the lunch we were promised. 

We sat there alone in a little hole in the wall restaurant. The guide and his bosses came and took the quads away.

And there we sat.

Certain that they weren't coming back for us. That we would have to make our way back to Playa del Carmen from this 'authentic Mayan village' all by ourselves.

But finally they came back for us and took us back to our crappy hotel.

Yeah, so that one was a bust too.

Go see Carrie for more phun photos!!