I wish I had taken pictures at the first hotel. But, alas, we aren't that bright. It would have made for great blog material. This place seriously had no restaurant, no lounge. The pool closed at 8:00. We were a 25 minute walk from fifth avenue. And the view from our main floor room was that of a car inspection lot. A very busy one. George flashed them out of spite one morning, and didn't realize there was someone sitting in the car directly in front of our window. It was a beautiful moment.
We started our adventure when we got out of the airport in Cancun. We were accosted by several crazies telling us that our shuttle left and we should come with them. They were seriously very scary. Finally someone jumped out of nowhere in the proper attire and our name on a bristol board and saved us. He put me on the phone right away for our welcome phone call and I was told that our information meeting would be at 8:00 a.m. the following morning. It is now 11:30 p.m.
The delightful taxi driver, Sal, took us through the hotel zone of Cancun. He pointed out the sights. He told us of the history. He pulled in at the Holiday Inn Express and got the shock of his night when I told him we were actually supposed to go to Playa del Carmen, which I knew should not have taken us through Cancun, but, perhaps he knew a short cut. I knew nothing and expected him to be our fearless, all-knowing guide.
He looked at me in the rearview mirror and says "Okay. Get comfortable. We've got a long drive ahead of us, and I'll try to make it fast!" While the Cancun hotel zone is a delightful 20 minute drive from the airport, Playa del Carmen is 60 minutes in the other direction. So now, at midnight, we start our long drive back from whence we came while listening to the tragic story of Sal's divorce and how it came to be. We heard about his kids cruelty toward him and his psychological breakdown. It was incredibly sad. I tried valiantly not to snore.
Our welcome presentation after five mere hours of sleep was FOUR. HOURS. LONG. Yup. FOUR. We had to do a time share presentation as part of our package deal. We should have been able to get out of it, since they were supposed to provide us with a RESORT. Anyway, I ended up standing up, almost in tears, very close to going postal on their asses. It was not pretty. In the end they could have given me the stupid package and I wouldn't have taken it, because by then they had just pissed me off. We had yet to see the sun. We had yet to start our holiday. I. Hated. Them. Watch for the open letter to Cancun Travel in a future post, because I'm just vengeful like that.
At any rate, we did tours to pass the time, (and y'all know how THOSE turned out!) walked fifth avenue until we thought we would die, and spent a lot of time on facebook and watching TV.
Our last day at the hotel we just laid by the pool and enjoyed some sun and relaxation. It sucked, though, when we got hungry, we had to get dressed and walk into town to get some food. We did that for lunch, but for supper walked the other direction to their little version of Superstore and got chips and cookies for supper. We watched a terrible movie that quit halfway through, so didn't have to pay for it (after a battle with the front desk in Spanglish!).
More 5th Avenue
George's playgirl pose.
George's new hat.
The beach in Playa del Carmen. This isn't actually me. I was the beautiful skinny chick standing just to the side, but somehow got cut out of the photo. Tubby kept following us around and we felt sorry for her, so took some pictures to make her feel loved.
And we were so out of there first thing the next morning, and en route to a REAL resort in Cancun!
Those were delightful final days. A great end to an otherwise not very successful vacation! Photos of that one to come on Friday!