The view from our balcony.
After sorting out the small matter that the check-in staff had no booking on their system for the Gov and I, despite taking our cash quite happily 4 weeks prior, we eventually got into our room.
Our room.
We were fortunate enough to be in the one tower that didn't allow kids so hopefully we'd be able to get some sleep. You have to understand that Cancun is absolutely packed with either drunk college students screaming at each other or families with four little kids screaming at each other. Now that's a lot of screaming so being in the "no kids" tower was a gift from Yoda.
The plan of attack in Cancun is simple. Wake up, eat greasy food, lie by the pool or beach and fry yourself. Eat more greasy food for lunch with Corona or Margarita. Assume frying position again and drink more to drown out the screaming kids. A third helping of greasy food for supper and drinks and then wash it all down with Tequilas at the bar afterwards. Head back to your room to pass out and wake up and start process all over again. For some reason, we couldn't seem to feel any affect from the drinks that we were consuming. This was especially apparent when the Gov finished her fourth fishbowl sized Margarita and was still standing. This is impressive as usually after 2 glasses of anything she is howling at the moon. We were convinced that the Mexicans were being sneaky Russians again and watering the stuff down. So we headed to the bar and demanded Tequilas! Lots of them! By the next morning, we eventually found what we were looking for... a hangover.
Its game time!
There are the usual games and activities on offer. Water rides, jet ski's, parasailing, scuba diving, snorkelling, windsurfing, putt putt, volleyball, shops, arcades, basketball and the list goes on. At night, you could book from five or six different themed resaurants ranging from Mexican and Italian, to Japanese and French. This basically meant that you were eating the same greasy food diguised as something else.
We went to the Wild West Restaurant on one of our last nights. After a few watered down drinks my brother in law and I decided it was time to tackle the mechanical bull. After a quick signature assuring our hosts that we would not sue them, we each took a turn. I'm a little red faced to admit that neither of us could last very long. But having said that, the fact that my brothers session of 15 seconds was the record of the night proves that that is one psychotic bull!
Outdone by a ginger... eish!
We only had one run in with some yanks and this was lead, obviously, by my sister who is a NOT to be messed with! There's a rule around the pools that you may not book the poolside chairs by any means. Regardless of this, people would get up at 6am to run down to the pool and wrap their towels around the chairs and leave them there til about 9am or 10am when they felt like claiming them. This was not on for my sister who marched up to two of them and folded up the towels and proceeded to claim the chairs for herself and her hubby. An hour or so later an American couple arrived and inquired as to what happened to the chairs they booked. With a growl my sister snapped "Read the sign buddy" and gestured for him to take a hike. The only response the poor yank could muster was "You shouldn't touch other peoples stuff" and slunk away with his tail between his legs. Lets just say that my sister will never be an Ambassador for our country.
We took a trip into the main town of Cancun and found out where all the crazy parties took place.
Everyones favourite!
A bit of shopping for the Gov.
Had a bite to eat.
Took in some general sightseeing.
We really enjoyed our trip to Cancun and if it weren't for the constant wind, and by that I mean the entire week, and the length of the journey, it would be one of the top vacation destinations for the entire world.
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